[Irish Verse:]
Buachaill ón Eirne mé's bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg
Né iarfainn bó spré léithe tá mé saibhir go leor 'S liom
Corcaigh a mhéid e, dhá thaobh a ghleanna's Tír Eoghain
'S mur n-athraí mé béasaí 's mé n' t-oibhr ar Chontae
Mhaigh Eo

[English translation:]
I am a boy from Ireland and I'd coax a nice young girl
I wouldn't ask for a dowry with her, I'm rich enough myself
I own Cork, big as it is both sides of the glen and Tyrone
And if I don't change my ways
I'll be the heir for County Mayo.)

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks
meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea
Where the rivers run clear
and the bracken is gold in the sun
And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done

Come by the hills to the land where life is a song
And stand where the birds fill the air
with their joy all day long
Where the trees sway in time
and even the wind sings in tune
And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done

Come by the hills to the land where legend remains
The stories of old, fill the heart and may yet come again
Where the past has been lost
and the future is still to be won
And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done

And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done