My Black Haired Love

My blackhaired love, my dear, dear, dear

Our kiss re-opens Christ's wounds here;

But close your mouth, don't spread the word:

We offend the Gospels with our love

You plague the local belles, my sweet,

They attempt to coax you with deceit

But you'd prefer my lonely kiss

You hugging me to bring to bliss

Lay your head my dear, dear, dear,

Lay your head on my breast here;

I'll close my mouth no detail break –

For I'd deny the Gospels for your sake.

I deny the Gospels for your sake.

A cheann dubh dilis dilis dilis (My blackhaired love, my dear, dear, dear)