The man is in town right I,
I do not like in míghreann,
nice man I'm in town,
I do not like in síorchaint;
When men of the town South
A slope dh'amharc injury
Pillimse the nurse
'knew of Gus bogaim cradle.

Chorus:
A thousand you my soul morning
and again on arrival night,
not when I see him day if you are
not you I'm thinking;
Many times I would prefer you to
not need the milk Munster them
and God, not I pity you separate
And that's my heart in you.

Chorus

I went and the nurse
Out to the edge of the mountain,
That héascaí, light, aigeantach
At mountain malaidh attack;
I leave it m'fhallaing liver itself
If imitation word ghním
That night I spent the morning with her
??Deep in the mountain vale.

Chorus

Neither seed in land ever
addition to the grain barley,
is done to whiskey to
and connects the married love;
Some in my 'un sins with
a part in my' un charity
is conferring it on the cailleachaí
Being meadhar in the envelopes .

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