English (machine translation)
The róbhreá the district in mbéarfainn to you,
In addition Coshmore Waterford,
As is the thrush is the lon musically
and deer giant being overwhelmed there
are fragrant fruit on chrannaibh being bent
and honey of gciar being drained there,
the cuckoo undoubtedly originally the summer
and corncrake speaking in the green grass.
Do not marry any of bhodach smíste wisely
Or it will not be forever but dealing with you,
Fighting arguing with you day and night
and turning you all actions,
His is a mhaoineach, in your mind tuigirse
That this truth you jump,
But Oh beauty of darts with addition Coshmore
not allow that gloom with whoever they please.
Is tell your father or your mother,
which would you prefer féineach,
As a fuilimse fake, poor or distressed
and shadow than any story raghad you,
But I'm in doubt I love fuilirse
On mhairfid forever in this life,
as in strife drafts in the company of men ngalánta
community high Greek Latin.
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