Crochfaidh mé seolta is gabhfaidh mé siar.
Óró, mo churaichín ó.
'S go hOíche Fhéile Eoin ní thiocfaidh mé aniar.
Óró, mo bháidín.
Curfá:
Óró, mo churaichín ó, óró mo bháidín,
Óró, mo churaichín ó, óró mo bháidín.
'S nach breá í mo bháidín ag snámh ar an gcuan?
Óró, mo churaichín ó.
'S nach céaslaí á dtarraingt go láidir 's go buan?
Óró, mo bháidín.
Curfá
'S nach éachtach a léimneach thar thonnta ard'?
Óró, mo churaichín ó.
'S nach éadrom í 'iompar aníos thar an trá?
Óró, mo bháidín.
Curfá
Óró Mo Bháidín - 4
I learned this from a recording of singer and harper, Mary O'Hara. We had her record "Songs of Ireland" when I was young. My sister Kate and I would sing all the songs even the ones in Gaelic. We didn't know what the words were but we enjoyed the melodies and copied the syllables. Now, thanks to my teacher Deirdre McFarland in Bethlehem, I have furnished the lyrics for you.
I will hoist my sail and head west
Oh, my little curragh oh.
And until St. John's Eve I will not return,
Oh, my little boat.
Chorus:
Oh my little curragh oh, oh my little boat,
Oh my little curragh oh, oh my little boat,
Isn't she beautiful, my boat, floating in the harbor?
Oh, my little curragh oh.
Aren't the oars pulling strongly and consistently?
Oh, my little boat.
Chorus
Isn't she magnificent leaping the high waves?
Oh, my little curragh oh.
Isn't she light to carry up across the strand?
Oh, my little boat.
Chorus
