A stór, a stór, a ghrá
A stór, a stór, an dtiocfaidh tú?
A stór, a stór, a ghrá
An dtiocfaidh tú nó an bhfanfaidh tú?

Bhí mé lá breá samhraidh
I mo sheasamh ar an mhargadh
'S is iomaí fear a dúirt liom
"Monuar, gan tú sa bhaile agam"

Gheall mo ghrá domsa
Cinnte go dtiocfadh si
Ni raibh a culaith Déanta
Agus sin an rud a choinnigh í

Tá an t-uisce ag teacht ón Éirne
Is tá an féar ag teacht ó neamh chugainn
Tá utha na mba á réabadh ar mhéid
Is 'tá de bhainne acu

Thart tóin an gharraí, a Mháire
Bhfuil an fhidil leat?
Aicearra na bprátaí go dtéimid
'Sair an fhidileoir

One fine summers day as I stood there in the market place
Many a fine young man remarked, "I'm sad you are not home with me."

Chorus:
My darling, my darling, my love
My darling, my darling, will you come with me
My darling, my darling, my love will you come with me or settled be.

My true love promised kindly that she would surely come with me
Her wedding dress not ready, delayed her in joining me.

We have got water from the Eirne, and green grass from the heaven's stems
Cows udders are near rending from the overflow of milk in them.

By the bottom of the garden, a Mary, is the fiddle there?
The shortcut by the praties, we'll hasten to the fiddler.

At one time in my life I was dearly loved by everyone
Haven't times changed when no one cares a whit for me?