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Is buachaill caol ard é mo ghrá agus é lom tanaí crua, Bíonn mo mhuintir á dhíbirt chuile oíche dhá dtéann sé ar cuairt, Ó Bhéal an Átha Buí agus é a fháil breac ballach le bua, Go dtabharfainn gan maíomh do mo mhian é faoi bhallaí an Chnoic Rua.
Is nach iomaí áit fhánach a ndearna mé leat mo shoiscéal, Chois claí agus chois bearnan is i lár an mhachaire réidh, Tá arraing go cnáimh i ngach áit díom go barra mo mhéar, Is nár fhágha tú na grásta más áil leat bean eile ach mé.
I mbun an chrainn úll atá tús agus deireadh mo scéil, An té a shiúlfadh an drúcht is nach lúbfadh aon ribe ar an bhféar, Dhá bpósfainn thú, a shiúirín, bheadh triúr agus ceathrar ’mo dhéidh, Is dhá dtéidís le cuthach is tú rún agus grá geal mo chléibh.
Is gheobhaidh mé bás le grá do leagan do shúl, Is gheobhaidh mé bás le grá do dhealramh do shnua, Is gheobhaidh mé trí bhás an lá nach bhfeicfidh mé thú, Ach dea-bhás nár fhágha an té a thiocfas idir mé is tú.
Is tá siad dhá rá go bhfuil grá ag Neainsín dhom fhéin, Is, ar ndóigh, má tá, mo chrá más miste liom é, Naoi n-oíche, naoi lá, naoi dtráth agus aon tseachtain déag, A chaith mise is mo ghrá bán ag siúl fásaigh is ag piocadh sú craobh.
Boy Slim high my love and bare thin hard, are my people being expelled every night two he goes to visit, from Bellanaboy and get trout spotted win, That would give without stating my desire is walled Knockroe.
Not many where random that I made ??you my gospel, Hedge and also open gap is in the middle of the playing field, is arraing that bone everywhere me to bar my finger, is not biography you the grace if you wish another woman but I .
In the process the apple trees are the beginning and end of my story, the one who walked the dew is not lúbfadh no hair on the grass, Two bpósfainn done, shiúirín, would be three and four 'my chan, a two dtéidís with cuthach that you intend and the love of my life.
I die is to love your version of your eyes, as I will die with love for your shnua appearance, as I will the day of death I will not see you, But not biography good death whoever comes between me and you.
The are two say that love Neainsín me self, is, of course, if my torment if I Care is, nine nights, nine days, nine days and eleven week, A devoted myself and my loved walking deserts picking raspberry.
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