O'Neill's Castle

Translation:
There is no hill, however airy, alas, where I would not know my desire,
There is no maiden, however sensible, alas, who doesn't come to rest (?);
Oh, is any relative of mine alive in Ireland who (?) would come to visit,
My love is leaving me with another woman's husband and isn't it sad.
Well, wait till Saint Bridget's Day and, by my oath, you will get a …