Mike Oldfield - Women Of Ireland

Gaelic: Ta bean in Éireann a phronnfadh sead damh is mo shaith le n-ol Is ta bean in Éireann is ba bhinne leithe mo rafla ceoil No seinm thead; ata bean in Eirinn is niorbh fhearr lei beo Mise ag leimnigh no leagtha i gcre is mo tharr faoi fhod Ta bean in Éireann a bheadh ag ead liom mur bhfaighfinn ach pog O bhean ar aonach, nach ait an sceala, is mo dhaimh fein leo; Ta bean ab fhearr liom no cath is cead dhiobh nach bhfagham go deo Is ta cailin speiriuil ag fear gan Bhearla, dubhghranna croin. Ta bean a dearfadh da siulann leithe go bhfaighinn an t-or, Is ta bean 'na leine is is fearr a mein no na tainte bo Le bean a bhuairfeadh Baile an Mhaoir is clar Thir Eoghain, Is ni fhaicim leigheas ar mo ghalar fein ach scaird a dh'ol. English: There's a woman in Erin who'd give me shelter and my fill of ale; There's a woman in Ireland who'd prefer my strains to strings being played There's a woman in Eirinn and nothing would please her more Than to see me burning or in a grave lying cold. There's a woman in Eirinn who'd be mad with envy if I was kissed By another on fair-day, they have strange ways, but I love them all There are women I'll always adore, battalions of women and more And there's this sensuous beauty and she shackled to an ugly boar. There's a woman who promised if I'd wander with her I'd find some gold A woman in night dress with a loveliness worth more than the woman Who vexed Ballymoyer and the plain of Tyrone And the only cure for my pain I'm sure is the ale-house down the road.