English (machine translation)
And I spent a year and three months
' My blacksmith ceártan in Leinster,
and reported my love I got
Until I came m'ais again,
life is tormented all this
is not least my own family
is on the hill yonder m'áras which
is the Pope is not cheilfead.
And east is my drawing,
is not far from me love my heart,
She brightness locks Peacock,
In your mother-in I will not live,
as you pulled blame me great pleasure
But, darling, that you do not want it,
is nine married-off I'd prefer you
Heavily be in heaven or God.
And wicker not reach you, a true love,
is I get from my family own?
Or wicker do not you come some day
I am to get her all all?
Marine would be happy with this situation,
is to see smooth,
From, déanaidh program coffin for me
and I deeply fágaidh clay.
The diomú King Friday
For those who banished my love far away,
not hatching I go a gaobhar,
any Friday or early Monday
Two would be a storm of lightning
is the night be snowing black,
is my love obtain two extensions allowed
is as pleasant to me to be the swan basin.
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