Clann Lir

Raithineach a bhean bheag, a bhean bheag, a bhean bheag, Raithineach a bhean bheag, staimpí agus im air, Raithineach a bhean bheag, a bhean bheag, a bhean bheag, Raithineach a bhena bheag is déanfaimid an císte. Do chuireas mo ghearrchaile bo Barra n

Black is the color of my true love's hair His face is like some rosey fair The prettiest face and the neatest hands I love the ground where on he stands I love my love and well he knows I love the grass where on he goes If he no more on earth I did s