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Rachaidh mise siar go mullaigh Shliabh Liag Go bhfeicfidh mise an Fial-Athair Dónall, ’S níorbh fhaide liom ná bliain an lá go mbeinn ag triall Ag tarraingt ar an chléir mhómhar, A ghnúis gheal nár fhiata, umhlaigh aniar, ’Tá cumhdaithe den chéill rómhaith, ’S gur brúite i bpéin tá an chlúid seo uilig go léir, Ag dúil leat achan oíche Dhomhnaigh.
Is iomaí abhaill chumhra folaithe go dlúth, Is coillte boga úra ag fás ann, Loingis ar a stiúir ’na mbeirteanna is ’na dtriúr, Ag tarraingt ar shiúl adhmaid, Ach fear as Cúige Mumhan a d’inis domh i rún Gur bhreathnaigh ’lig na cúig cearna, ’S nach bhfaca riamh a shúil i mbealach ar bith dar shiúil, A leithéid de chluain fásaigh.
Nach aoibhinn don té a tharla ina leithéid, Ní fhásann an féar garbh ann, Thig dealramh ón ghréin is soilsiú ón spéir, Is ceoltaí ó thaobh na farraige, Mil bhuí ag dul le fánaidh droichead siúcra bháin, ’S an abhainn fána lán fíona, Tithe déanta dhe cháisidh, bonnóga ina sráid ann, Duilliúr agus bláth sna faoilligh.
Tífidh sibh an lá a rachaidh cruinniú ar a lán, As gach fuile chearn dá mbíonn siad, ’S achan pheacadh riamh dá dtearnadh de ghan fhios nó gos ard, Nach mbeidh inár láimh scríofa, Nó tá siad ag fáil bháis mar chaoirigh a bíos ar seáid, Ó d’imigh uainn ár sciath dhídean, Sé an tAthair Dónall atá mé a rá libh dálta rí na nGrást, ’S gan againn air ach spás míosa.
Will I postponed summit of Slieve League To see yours the Fial Father Daniel, and not longer for me than a year the day that I was going Pulling the clergy mhómhar, A countenance bright not fhiata, bowed resilient, 'has covered the sense comfortably, And that is pressed in pain all this Cluid all, Hoping you every Sunday night.
Many abhaill hast covered closely, a new soft woods growing there, Shipping led 'the pairs' of dtriúr, Pulling away wooden But Munster man told me in confidence That looked' let five square, and not ever seeing their eyes in any way feel stumbled, such a chluain deserts.
Not pleasant for the person who took a similar, not grow the grass rough there, Feel appearance of sun is lighting the sky, is ceoltaí in the sea, Honey thanks go to fánaidh bridge white sugar, and the river slope full of wine, Homes made him cháisidh, buns a street there, foliage and flower in faoilligh.
Tífidh you the day will meeting a lot, Of every bloodsheds corner if they are, and every sin ever two dtearnadh of Ghan know or gos high, will not in hand written, or are dying like sheep to anyway on seáid, From left us shield our refuge, he's the Father Daniel I tell you the Grace pupil king, and without it we only month space.
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