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An uair sin bhí an féar fada in Árainn, Ba ródheas a bhí ardán na ndeor, Tháinig Nuala go tuathmhal chuig Peadar, ‘Ó, is a Pheadair, nach cloíte ár ndóigh.’
’S a Shéarlais, nach mé rachadh ’un trá leat, Agus chuideochadh leat an leathach a chur ar bord, Ó, is a Shéarlais, nach mé a rachadh ’un trá leat, Agus thiomáinfeadh an beathach faoina lód.
Trí seachtaine roimhe mo phósadh, Bhí mé go ceolmhar le héan, Bhí búclaí ródheas in mo bhróga Agus naprún a bhí cóirithe ón ghréin.
Ach chuir tú mé amach tús an gheimhridh, Agus leabaidh mo pháistí go deo, Beidh bean eile ar bhacán do láimhe, ’S cha bhíonn iomrá ar mo chnámha faoi fhód.
Ó, is a Neansaí, má ghní tusa an pósadh, Beidh tú go brónach ’na dhiaidh, Nach bhfuair tú mo chead ná mo chomhairle, Char amharc tusa romhat ná i do dhiaidh.
Ó, is a Rí, caidé dhéanfas mé amárach, Nuair a tífeas mé mo ghrá ag goil aniar, Nuair nach dtig liom a ghoil ina láthair, Ar mhéad is a bhí eadrainn riamh.
Ach spleoid ar an té nach mbíonn críonna, ’S nach ndéarfadh an ní mar is cóir, Ar uaigneas i bhfad ó na daoine, ’S gan gar a bheith ann ach seal gearr.
That time was long grass in Aran, was very nice platform ever had, came to tuathmhal Nuala to Peter, 'Oh, Peter, of course not exhausted.'
And Charles, I would not 'un you beach, and you chuideochadh the halves on board, Oh, to Charles, I would not' un you beach, and the beathach thiomáinfeadh under load.
Three weeks earlier my marriage, I was musically bird, was very nice in my shoes buckles and apron from the sun dressed.
But you put me in the beginning of winter, and bed my children forever, will another woman bhacán your hand, and there s profile on my jaw bone.
Oh, to Nancy, if you ghní the marriage, will you sad after him, Did not you get my permission or my advice, Char view you ahead or behind.
Oh, God, reveal what will I do tomorrow, when I tífeas my love was going west, when I can not wept in his presence, on much between us ever had.
But whoever spleoid not wise, and say that the matter properly, On solitude far from the people, and not close to being only a short time.
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