The Women of Ireland — текст песни (Sinead O`Connor)

There`s a woman in Erin who`d give me shelter and my fill of ale;
There`s a woman in Ireland who`d prefer my strains to strings being played;
There`s a woman in Eirinn and nothing would please her more
Than to see me burning or in a grave lying cold.

There`s a woman in Eirinn who`d be mad with envy if I was kissed
By another on fair-day, they have strange ways, but I love them all;
There are women I`ll always adore, battalions of women and more
And there`s this sensuous beauty and she shackled to an ugly boar.

There`s a woman who promised if I`d wander with her I`d find some gold
A woman in night dress with a loveliness worth more than the woman
Who vexed Ballymoyer and the plain of Tyrone;
And the only cure for my pain I`m sure is the ale-house down the road.