Dó Ín Dú traditional, arr. Susan McKeown Dó ín dú ó déidil ó, ’gus tá mo stór chomh deas Dó ín dú ó déidil ó, ’s nach bhféadaim éirighe as Is dó ín dú, dú ó déidilum. ’Gus tá mo ghrá chomh cóir Le gloine i dteach an óil ’S nach neanntóg is bláth buí Atá a’ fás ar áit mo thí Grá mo chroí do chois Is í a dhaimhseodh leis an bport Grá mo chroísa an té Nach bhfaca mé ó inné Is iomdha corr is cleas I do chroí nach bhfuair mé amach Tá mo chroí chomh trom Le cloch a chaithfí i dtom Dúirt mo stór liom féin Gan géilleadh do lucht bréag Translation: The Things In Your Heart My love is so nice That I cannot give him up My love is as comely As a glass in a drinking house Is it not nettles and yellow blossoms That are growing on the foundation of my house? I love your foot When it is dancing to the tune I love the one I haven’t seen since yesterday There are all sorts of strange things and tricks In your heart that I never found out My heart is as heavy As a rock thrown into the bushes My love said to me Not to give in to liars