Bunan Bui

<br>A BhuinneГЎn BhuГ­ is Г© mo chrГЎ do luГ­<br>Is do chnГЎmha sГ­nte ar leaca lom`<br>Is nach dtearn tГє dГ­th no dolaidh sa tГ­r<br>Is narbh fhearr leat fГ­on nГі uisce poill.<br>DГЎ gcuirfeГЎ scГ©ala fГЎ mo dhГ©in<br>Go raibh tГє i ngГ©ibhinn nГі i ndeacair iot`<br>Г“ bhainfinnse bГ©im ar Loch Mhic an Г‰in<br>A fhliuchfadh do bhГ©al is do bhrollach sГ­os.<br><br>NГ­ hiad bhur n-Г©anlaith atГЎ mГ© ag Г©agaoin<br>An chuach, an traona nГЎ an chorr-bhreac<br>Ach an BuinneГЎn BuГ­, a bhГ­ lГЎn de chroГ­<br>Is gur cosГєil liom fГ©in Г© i snua is i ndreach.<br>BhГ­odh sГ© ag sГ­orГіl na dГ­<br>Is deir daoine go mbГ­m ar an nГіs sin seal<br>Is nГ­l braon dГЎ bhfuighinn nach ligfinn sГ­os<br>Ar fhaitГ­os go bhfuighinn fГ©in bГЎs den tart!<br><br>Is Г© `d`iarr mo stГіr orm ligint den Гіl<br>NГі nach mbeinnse beo ach seal beag gearr:<br>Is Г© dГєirt mГ© lГ©i gur chan sГ­ an bhrГ©ag<br>NГі go mb`fhaide do mo shaol an braon seo a fhГЎil.<br>Nach bhfeiceann tГє Г©an an phГ­obГЎin rГ©idh<br>Go dteachaidh sГ­ in Г©ag den tart ar ball?<br>Is a dhaoine clГ©ibh, fliuchaigГ­ bhur mbГ©al<br>NГі nГ­ bhfuighidh sibh braon i ndiaidh bhur mbГЎis! <br>Oh Yellow Bittern, alas to see you stretched<br>And your bones there lying on bare flagstones<br>You did no harm at all in the country<br>And would just as prefer ditch water to wine<br>Had you only sent me a message<br>That you were in a quandry, in need of a drink<br>I would have broken the ice on the lake<br>To wet your beak and all the way down to your breast.<br><br>I`m not lamenting your ordinary birds<br>The cuckoo, the corncrake or the dappled heron<br>But the yellow bittern of the great heart<br>Who was just like me in many ways<br>He was always fond of the sup<br>And people say I`m fond of a drop myself<br>Whatever drink comes my way, it`s down it goes<br>For fear that I might one day die of thirst!<br><br>And my darling asked me to give up the booze<br>Or I`d only be alive a short while more,<br>I told her straight out she was telling a lie<br>And that the drink extended my life`s span.<br>Don`t you see that bird with the smooth neck<br>That only a while ago perished with the thirst?<br>Ah, my pleasant people, wet your whistles<br>Because after death ye won`t get a drop!