Gaelic:    A stór, a stór, a ghrá  A stór, a stór an dtiocfaidh tú?  A stór, a stór, a grhá  An dtiocfaidh tú nó an bhfanfaidh tú?    Bhí me lá breá samhraidh i mo sheasamh ar an mhargadh  'S is iomai fear a dúirt lion: "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 i    Thart tóin an gharrai, a Mháire, bhfuil an fhidil leat?  Aicearra na bprátai go dtéimid' sair an fhidileoir    Mhí mise lán den tsaoil is bhi cion amuigh is istigh orm  Nach mór a dáthraigh an saol nuair nach bhfuil eion ag duine ar   bith orm?    English:    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?