Bunan Bui-Clannad

A Bhuinnen Bhu is mo chr do lu Is do chnmha snte ar leaca lom' Is nach dtearn t dth no dolaidh sa tr Is narbh fhearr leat fon n uisce poill. D gcuirfe scala f mo dhin Go raibh t i ngibhinn n i ndeacair iot' " bhainfinnse bim ar Loch Mhic an 芒鈧 癷n A fhliuchfadh do bhal is do bhrollach sos. N hiad bhur n-anlaith at m ag agaoin An chuach, an traona n an chorr-bhreac Ach an Buinnen Bu, a bh ln de chro Is gur cosil liom fin i snua is i ndreach. Bhodh s ag sorl na d Is deir daoine go mbm ar an ns sin seal Is nl braon d bhfuighinn nach ligfinn sos Ar fhaitos go bhfuighinn fin bs den tart! Is 'd'iarr mo str orm ligint den l N nach mbeinnse beo ach seal beag gearr: Is dirt m li gur chan s an bhrag N go mb'fhaide do mo shaol an braon seo a fhil. Nach bhfeiceann t an an phobin ridh Go dteachaidh s in ag den tart ar ball? Is a dhaoine clibh, fliuchaig bhur mbal N n bhfuighidh sibh braon i ndiaidh bhur mbis! Oh Yellow Bittern, alas to see you stretched And your bones there lying on bare flagstones You did no harm at all in the country And would just as prefer ditch water to wine Had you only sent me a message That you were in a quandry, in need of a drink I would have broken the ice on the lake To wet your beak and all the way down to your breast. I'm not lamenting your ordinary birds The cuckoo, the corncrake or the dappled heron But the yellow bittern of the great heart Who was just like me in many ways He was always fond of the sup And people say I'm fond of a drop myself Whatever drink comes my way, it's down it goes For fear that I might one day die of thirst! And my darling asked me to give up the booze Or I'd only be alive a short while more, I told her straight out she was telling a lie And that the drink extended my life's span. Don't you see that bird with the smooth neck That only a while ago perished with the thirst? Ah, my pleasant people, wet your whistles Because after death ye won't get a drop!