Dwa plus jeden - Bally na Lee

While I was going to a service to carry out the Rosary
And the wind from Above was piddling down the cold rain,
I met a darling with hair blowing on the wind
And I fell for her head over heels.

I was talking to her so gently, so fiery,
That she began telling me,
'How much I liked your singing.
Come with me, darling, to Baile na Lee*.'

If she insists, why hesitate,
I'm going, only sometimes smiling.
I can feel the lady swaying her hips
And so we are going to the yard of her house.

And at the yard the very guest table stands,
The lady sips it, teases me a bit,
"Drink up the whisky, Raftery the poet,
Cheers to the love at the place of Lee."

Oh, Mary Egan, who gave you manners,
Even if all the poets have gathered,
They wouldn't be able to ever fit it in a song
The way you walk - you sail, proud like a queen.

Don't mention Helene, famous for her beauty,
Even Venus herself can't hold a candle to you,
You are the glory of this green island,
A fairy tale flower in Baile na Lee.

Come to the church today,
Let the priest join our hands with a tippet,
Sunshine of my autumn, my lovely star,
We're gonna lie under the same sheets.

The whole world shall cry with me - God,
The night, the whisky, the moon shines in the sky,
As You took away my sight, now You can give it back,
Let me love and look at her - the Baile na Lee.


*irl. 'Baile na' - eng. 'place of'.
Lee - river in Ireland.