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Ach, a mháithrín, tá díth céille ortMuna dté tú chun an tsléibhe, Is ná fulaing mise i m’aonar Nó liom féin ins an oíche, Ó, tá do theachín deas dá dhéanamh Ina bhfuil seomra geal ina éadan, Ins an áit a mbeidh muid go haerach Ag gabháil dhúinn féin ar bheagán cíos.
’S tá na comharsanaí gach taobh díot Is deise atá in Éirinn, Is dá mairfeá an céad bliain, ’S níorbh fhada leat do shaol, Is go m’fhearr duit ann in aon chor, ’S go mbeidh tú is mé in éineacht, Ach mar sin ní rachaidh mise leat Chun an Gheata Mhóir aríst.
’S an té a d’fheicfeadh barr an tsléibhe Nuair a bhíonn an ghrian ag éirí, ’S níl dúchan ins an spéir ann ’S níl gangaid ins an ngaoth, Tá an broc ar thaobh an léana ann Is sionnach rua na péice, Is tá an giorria ag pocléimnigh Le pléisiúr ins an bhfraoch.
’S bíonn útha na mba ag pléascadh Ag teacht abhaile ag géimnigh Is binn deas ceol n-éanlaith Ins na gleannta ag tíocht don oíche, Tá an fear is an bhean in éineacht, Is iad grámhar lena chéile, Is an seanduine a bheadh céad bliain, Is níorbh fhada leis a shaol.
But, mother, you are deprived of meaning If you die, to the mountain, is not I alone suffer Or me in the night, Oh, your cottage is nice both for its bright room with a facial Ins where we will merrily accompanied themselves with little rent to us.
And the neighbors each side is right in Ireland, is both mairfeá the century, and soon you your life, is that you m'fhearr there at all, and that I will accompany you, But so you I will not order again the Great Gate.
And he who would see the mountain top When the sun rise, and there is blight in the sky and there gangaid in the wind, is the lawn badger side there is a red fox of his tether, is the hare hopping With pleasure in the heather.
And there udder these were exploding Coming home at géimnigh is sweetly pretty music the birds In the valleys is coming for the night, is the man the woman together, are loving each other, is the old man would be a hundred years, is soon to be life.
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