English (machine translation)
Is the come using the gorse me, brows Malone?
Oops could have two require you to part of the life in my treasure,
is not I go to Mass with you, not to love the soul,
But eye that I'd look at your white curly locks.
Is the come to the forest Cruagh me, brows Malone?
What would we do there, a part of the life in my treasure?
Using apples crops branches are playing with each other,
is dancing on thaltaí shining 'or that halted the white day.
Is the come back of the church with me, brows Malone?
Is what we would do there, a part of the life and treasure?
Listening to the dántaireacht by ministers anglicised,
is that settled we affinity for whom a bag Malone.
She went to the back of the church, my five thousand regret,
is not she thought that her affection, she bounced my my dear,
when I lowered it down, and I pulled my knife on it,
and I let blood to her heart until welts of her shoe.
This is what you do are two, a young adolescent?
What is being done to you, my life is part of my treasure?
Let my soul and I do not it, not demand choíchin would compromise you
and I would walk the seven kingdom with your young baby.
Is entered Mali White visiting me two uairín previous day,
and set his mouth down on me is not coldest than death,
the 'sleep are you, boy, it is time that you no longer move,
is the pursuit is coming down on you death bags Malone.
And how is your mother, a juvenile young?
And how is your mother, my domains and my dear?
Oops she is worried distressed that is not already taken the case to it,
But I have appetites under gcroich tomorrow death bags Malone.
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