Na tincéirí

The knackers
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Irish

English (machine translation)

Evening perfectly quiet as the sun lying,
and I by the fire im peace im sitting,
came a poor woman 'to the door looking for accommodation,
is looking tired after National road;
Her slippers broken without departmental without foundation,
and had giobalach seanabhrat complex that one,
did not protect her from the cold if it were there,
is lying in the barn I gave her permission.

Your caught it I baochas most Durrus her sit,
In nglaofainn on Nora that she would get a bite of food,
But she said considerable gray my accommodation,
is that she would again after National supper her;
not long been born hard on my hand,
Though Nora would not yelling is high,
'Arise id position, James love -
Tha outside the herds thincéirí lot!'

For phreabas quickly without a squeak out of my mouth,
Agu down to the door dish of ghlanléim,
and although theangaíos a lame extensively my life,
gave the knights tin in question champion;
was knackers beret and knackers black,
was knackers knackers tonsils and red,
and the lady in question drew pity from my heart,
his servant on queue knackers.

Had donkeys for the district as tin county,
canteens, charts and modes of tea,
was stamped camchoiseach had his nose as carrots,
Taking orders hand thereof him;
I told him stop his bóiceáil without delay,
and the class that have been thóigint out of my sight,
'Delete,' said I, 'as quick as tha id base -
not to thincéirí this home.'

'Be quiet, be' mhadáin, 'said the stamaire crooked,
' On those dhed shórtsa little our peak,
Nin ao 'thing for to us now would put bright,
While we account prior Ruin;
NIN satisfaction than dependency fáilt from us,
not thy ghuífear dead and you will not pity,
But you whisked in smúsach as lake you'd see soon -
that dtincéirí reading of the law. '

To stick up last rámhainne was beside me,
For my boyfriend's grandest dh'aimsíos in chlab,
a subject which he did raise his paws right,
For I stretched in herds that is bald;
A mhiceó my heart, then it is your the din was -
was burning the war the army is for,
was Nora butter him curling his sport,
and continue switching knackers GOC.

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