My love-in you, Johnny Geoghegan, from Oughterard area,
Are living in western Carna, in your entry in the Dáil,
And you've got the cash donations for the port,
Never again will we have peace that is not watching the boats.

Two survival of elderly people has been long,
Was afforded the story hard to keep them above the Dáil,
And two drochoíche liachtaí that they spent there before day,
Departing ACROSS the sea pulling up the boats.

Now try out each messenger not long,
Trying a little money with the opportunity to place boat,
The answer we found was from Dev and its laureates,
But the cell was empty and that in fact they were rare.

Soon was cement and iron came from the yard,
Moycullen is a sand lorry Martin White,
Oh, were quay for seaweed and other place for swimming,
And seaward wall will not break again forever.

He led Walsh and how man would get better,
Work like mad was his training as a head,
He was elected man team as he has to say,
: As he himself so early in the morning there is an abandoned day.

And when the Conchúireach said that there rings,
He had not asked where was the blacksmith dhíomsa best,
From east of Tullow it, Cualáin His name,
As I am convinced that every member.

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