The nice red-haired girl

Translation:
I left Tipperary on Monday morning,
I didn't stop from my journey until I came to Cashel (...),
Who would I see at the head of the table but my love playing the sweep (?),
And when she won the five of trumps the day belonged to my nice red-haired
girl.
When she won five pounds there was a double deal (?) on the table,
A cup of beer…