| Song | Brauch Na Carraige Baine |
| Artist | Solas |
| Album | The Hour Before Dawn |
| Is thiar cois abhainn gan bhréag gan dabht And west by the river, without a doubt or lie | |
| Ta an ainnir chiúin tais mhánla There is a quiet gentle beauty | |
| Is gur ghile a cam ná an eala ar an dtonn And her waist is a bright as any swan on the wave | |
| Ó bhaitheas go bonn a bróige From the crown of her head to the soles of her feet | |
| 'Sí an stáidbhean í a chráigh mo chroí She is the woman that tormented my heart | |
| Is d'fhág sí i m'intinn brónach And left me heartbroken | |
| Is leigheas le fáil níl agam go brách There is nothing that will cure me | |
| Ó dhiúltaigh mo ghrá gheal domsa Since my true love rejected me | |
| Ó b'fhearr liom fhéin ná Éire mhóir I would prefer, than all of Ireland | |
| Ná saibhres Rí na Spáinne Or the wealth of the king of Spain | |
| Go mbéinnse 'gus tusa i lúb na finne That you and I could be together in a quiet spot | |
| I gcoilltibh i bhfad ón ár gcáirde In a wood far from our friends | |
| Ó mise 'gus tusa bheith pósta a ghrá Oh you and I to be married, my love | |
| Le haontoil athar is máthair | |
| With the permission of father and mother | |
| A mhaighdean óig is milse póg | |
| Oh young maiden of the sweet kisses | |
| Tú grian na Carraige Báine | |
| You're the sun of the White Rocks | |
| 'S a stuaire an chinn cailce, más dual dom go mbeir agam | |
| Oh beauty of the white hair, if you would be mine | |
| Beidh cóir ort a thaithneodh led' cháirde | |
| You would have everything your friends would like | |
| Idir shíoda 'gus hata ó bhonn go bathas | |
| From silk to hats, from head to toe | |
| 'S gach ní sa chathair dá bhfeabhas | |
| And the best of everything in the city | |
| Beidh do bhólacht á gcasadh gach neoin chun baile | |
| Your cows would be driven every noon to the town | |
| Is ceol binn ag beacha ar bhánta | |
| And the bees in the meadow would sing sweetly for you | |
| Beidh ól ar do ghlacadh is cóiste id' tharraingt | |
| You would have your fill of drink and have coaches to take you | |
| Go bruach na Carraige Báine | |
| All around the edge of the White Rocks |
| Is thiar cois abhainn gan bhré ag gan dabht And west by the river, without a doubt or lie | |
| Ta an ainnir chiú in tais mhá nla There is a quiet gentle beauty | |
| Is gur ghile a cam ná an eala ar an dtonn And her waist is a bright as any swan on the wave | |
| Ó bhaitheas go bonn a bró ige From the crown of her head to the soles of her feet | |
| ' Sí an stá idbhean í a chrá igh mo chroí She is the woman that tormented my heart | |
| Is d' fhá g sí i m' intinn bró nach And left me heartbroken | |
| Is leigheas le fá il ní l agam go brá ch There is nothing that will cure me | |
| Ó dhiú ltaigh mo ghrá gheal domsa Since my true love rejected me | |
| Ó b' fhearr liom fhé in ná É ire mhó ir I would prefer, than all of Ireland | |
| Ná saibhres Rí na Spá inne Or the wealth of the king of Spain | |
| Go mbé innse ' gus tusa i lú b na finne That you and I could be together in a quiet spot | |
| I gcoilltibh i bhfad ó n á r gcá irde In a wood far from our friends | |
| Ó mise ' gus tusa bheith pó sta a ghrá Oh you and I to be married, my love | |
| Le haontoil athar is má thair | |
| With the permission of father and mother | |
| A mhaighdean ó ig is milse pó g | |
| Oh young maiden of the sweet kisses | |
| Tú grian na Carraige Bá ine | |
| You' re the sun of the White Rocks | |
| ' S a stuaire an chinn cailce, má s dual dom go mbeir agam | |
| Oh beauty of the white hair, if you would be mine | |
| Beidh có ir ort a thaithneodh led' chá irde | |
| You would have everything your friends would like | |
| Idir shí oda ' gus hata ó bhonn go bathas | |
| From silk to hats, from head to toe | |
| ' S gach ní sa chathair dá bhfeabhas | |
| And the best of everything in the city | |
| Beidh do bhó lacht á gcasadh gach neoin chun baile | |
| Your cows would be driven every noon to the town | |
| Is ceol binn ag beacha ar bhá nta | |
| And the bees in the meadow would sing sweetly for you | |
| Beidh ó l ar do ghlacadh is có iste id' tharraingt | |
| You would have your fill of drink and have coaches to take you | |
| Go bruach na Carraige Bá ine | |
| All around the edge of the White Rocks |