Ceol A'Phíobaire

If you marry the whistle player, you'll be the one crying
My faithful little girl
Oh, you will be choked by the weight of the country
My faithful little girl
Oh, you'll be sitting there until midnight
Burning the candles to no end and sweeping the way for him
You'd rather have me, my pipes play the sweet music
My faithful little girl

If you marry the weaver, you'll be the one crying
My faithful little girl
The harness will be allowed to loosen
My faithful little girl
Oh, you'll be sitting there until midnight
The candles are burning and tending the fire
You'd rather have me, my pipes play the sweet music
My faithful little girl

If you marry the tailor, you'll be the one crying
My faithful little girl
There'll be a sop next door, like a dog on a pile of manure
My faithful little girl
Oh, you'll be sitting there until midnight
Constantly burning the candles and eroding the pieces
You'd rather have me, my pipes play the sweet music
My faithful little girl