Текст песни Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh - Bo na Leathadhairce

B?, b?, b? na leath adhairce
B?, b?, s? an tseana chaor adharcach
B?, b?, b? na leath adhairce
B? dhroimhionn dhearg n? feadar c? bhfaighead’ ?

Th?os cois na toinne ‘sea beatha?odh mo chaora
Ag Diarmuid ? D?ol?in ? Bharra na hAoine
Mac dearth?r athair dom a chuir le faill ?
Easpa tobac a bh? ar an gcladhaire.

B’fhearr liom n? scilling go bheicfinn mo chaora
‘Teacht go dt? an doras ar maidin n? ist?iche
Th?lfadh s? b?inne orm, bheath?dh s? uan dom
Chuirfeadh s? ‘jacketeen’ deas ar mo ghualainn.

Chonacsa beirithe ?, chonac a roinnt ?
Chuireas-sa d?il int? ach bla??re n? bhfaighinn di
? n?r dheas ?, ? n?r mheidhreach
? n?r dheas ? an tseana chaor adharcach.

D? mb?innse i rachmas, i ngradam is in oidhreacht
Thabharfainnse gin? ar chupla sladhas di
? n?r dheas ?, ? n?r mheidhreach
? n?r dheas ? an tseana chaor adharcach.

Translation:

The One Horned Cow
The cow, the cow the one horned cow
The cow the cow the old horned sheep
The cow, the cow the one horned cow
The red speckled cow I know not where to find her

My sheep was reared down by the seaside
By Dermot O Dillain from Barra na heena
Twas a son of my father’s brother that put her over the cliff
For the blaggard was short of tobacco

I’d rather than a shilling to see my sheep
Coming to my door by morning or night
She would give me milk she would rear me a lamb
She would put a lovely wee jacket on my shoulder

I saw her cooked I saw her shared
I wanted a taste but not a morsel would I get
Oh she was nice Oh she was lively
Oh she was nice the old horned sheep

If I had inheritance and wealth and honour
I would give a guinea for a few slices
Oh she was nice! Oh she was lively!
Oh she was nice the old horned sheep