Amhrán an Phoitín

The Poteen Song
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Irish

English (machine translation)

I was not in prison when I was imprisoned
With theft of sheep or women
But I had a piece of pole
The Peelers did not come before me.

Luther defeated God that God was not lucky
Do not long be extended to women for you
Which is a butterfly from the skeleton slab
Could you be quenched at once your death

As you gave me the ticket to get into prison
Where I thought I would not go forever
How great is your relationship with Luther's passage
Of a hawk to be transported from the other side.

I did not dress up in the curious suit
Half stuck black me and half a white stock
There were two slippers of earpiece
They were only a mood of taste but one hole.

Three came to me a day later
They are full of mouth in a part sash
There was a milk rash that had the color of the grass
Afterward, I did not want to get it.

Unseat beef at my dinner
At the age of eleven one grief
There was a frog of coffee that had a smile
That would put the Danes themselves to death.

Were not the twenty-one woman in the garden
Turn Key was his master
Unfortunately did not go wrong
How do the sheep with the cam disease?

Not strange these ideas go through me
My family is very worried
The other poor woman I was working for
She is not crying now she's a good devil

It was not short with an order in the collisions
We had the shape of each day every day
If a room in Hell is below it's so cold
May God bless the one who catches there.

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