Altan - Tuirse Mo ChroiLyrics

Tuirse mo chroí ar a phósadh 'S ar bhuachaillí óige an tsaiol Nár bhfearr daoife cailín deas leofa Na bean a mbeadh puntaí léi Oíche mhór fhada bheith dúcaí Nár dheas a bheith ag súgradh léi B'faras a chaillteach bhíos srannfaí Is ag tarraingt an phlaincéad léi Nuair a théim go tí faire ná tórraimh 'Sé d'fiafras an óig bhean díom 'Chormaic a bhfuil tú do phósadh Nó nach n'aithníonn tú an óig fhear groí 'Sé duirt se 'gus deirim féin leofa Go minic go mór faraor 'S an mhéid acu 'tá gan pósadh Gur acu 'tá spóirt a' tsaiol Ó rachaidh mé scilleadh 's a chaitheadh Go Baile na hiarr fhad siar 'S bhéarfaidh mé 'n ruaig sin go hÁrainn 'S ar and ainnir chráidh mo chroí Dár a leoga mar rinneadh mo phósadh Ní mó ná gur cealgadh mo chroí 'S rachaidh mé arís na Róimhe Go bhfaigh mé cead pósta arís I'm tired to my heart of marriage And of the young men of this world They'd be better off with a nice girl Than a woman who had money To stay awake the whole long night Wouldn't it be fine to be sporting with her Instead of the old woman who snores And pulls the blanket to her When I go to a wake-house or funeral All the young women ask me Cormac, are you getting married Or do you see that youth is wearing away? I said to them and I still say That I do indeed see it, alas And those who aren't married Have all the fun in life I will go complaining and chattering To far in the west I'll take a trip to Aron To the young woman who has tormented my heart By the book, if my marriage has been made It's not that my heart has been bound And I'll go off to Rome To get permission to marry again