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1. Nancy t’ayns Mannin t’ee boirey mee-hene,
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1. Nancy in the Isle of Man, she troubles me,
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As er-y-hon eck ta mee fiojit as creen;
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And for her I am faded and withered;
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Sooree, as moylley, as ginsh reddyn bwaagh,
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Courting and praising, and telling pretty things,
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She gialdyn dy ren ee nagh gooilleen ee dy bragh.
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It is a promise she made that she will never keep.
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2. Yinnin urree daanys, as geddyn voee kiss,
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2. I would make an imposition on her, and from her a kiss,
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As yiarragh ee rhym: T’ou maarliagh gyn-yss,
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And she would say to me; “You are a secretive thief.”
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Yinnagh shen shin gys focklyn, as beginnal shin cooish.
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That would make words for us and we would begin a chat.
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3. Magh er yn oie, tammylt beg roish y laa,
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3. Out at night, a little bit before daybreak,
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Va mee roiet ass ansooryn, cha monney aym dy ghra,
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I was run out of answers, had not much to say,
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Irrin dy lhiastey neear ass y chorneil
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I would rise slowly from the west out of the corner,
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Goll shiar lesh y dorrys kiart sheeley myr snail.
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Going east towards the door, sneaking away like a snail.
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4. O less, boy, nagh treih eh goll magh ayns yn oie,
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4. Alas, but isn’t it miserable going out in the night,
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Roie danjeyryn mooar moddee, as drogh aigney sleih;
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Running great dangers of dogs, and the bad thoughts of people,
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Goll trooid chiu as thanney shen brishey my chree,
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Going through thick and thin, that breaks my heart,
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Veign just goll-rish maarliagh veagh geid fud-ny-hoie.
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I’d be just like a thief, who’d steal through the night.
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5. Gys smooinaght er sooree te cur orrym craa,
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5. To think about courting, it makes me shake,
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Veign shooyl fud ny hoie, as faiynt fey-ny-laa,
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I’d be walking all night, and faint all day,
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As share dou ve laccal ben choud as bee’m bio,
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And I would rather be without a wife as long as I live,
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Cha nee troublit as seaghnit eishtagh myr shoh.
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Not troubled and sorrowed then, like this.
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