Is tusa mo rún, mo rún, mo rún
Is tusa mo rún is mo ghrá gheal
You are my delight and my comfort all night
And I'd wrap you up tight in my arms
An Paistin Fionn is my hearts delight
Her heart shines out through her two eyes so bright.
And the bloom of the apple in her cheeks so bright,
And her neck like the swan, on a march morn's light.
O love of my heart my fair páistín
Your lips are as red as the roses sheen
But mine have touched no other I wheen
Than the glass that I drank to the health of my queen
Were I in the town where sports prevail
Between two barrels of sweet brown ale
And my fond páistín upon my knee
'Tis I would sing to her pleasantly
Nine nights I have lain in sorrow and pain
Beneath your window love under the rain
Thinking of you my love once again
That some whisper or thought might awaken you
Kind friends and neighbours they say I'd go
From all of the prettiest girls that I know
But from you my dear o never o no!
'Til I lie in a coffin stretched cold and low