As I was going to Eochaill one autumn morning

Translation:
As I was going to Eochaill one autumn morning
Who did I meet on the road but the love of my heart;
Her cheek was redder to me than the rowan-trees
And her melodious voice sweeter than fairy music.
I put my hand on her beautiful breast
And I asked a kiss of the love of my heart;
She said, "Stop and don't tear my cloak!
The woman of the ho…