Níl éinne mar Mháire

There’s no-one like Máire                (Níl éinne mar Mháire)

There’s no-one like Máire
and she full of glory
Great is my shame
that she is not mine
Her hair bright as gold,
her many virtues,
it is my aim
to make her my own.

I swear right now
to capture her heart
we’ll never be parted
won’t I be laughing?
My love has no boundaries
I’ll go and find her
And if I’m out of the reckoning
Then won’t the tears fall

I mainly fell
in love with her bright beauty
& the loveliness of her smile
& the glory of her beauty
My heart’s full of Máire
seeping out my pores
I tell you she must
be my own