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Ní hionann liom an sliabh is an baile atá ’mo dhiaidh, Is, a Dhia, gan mé arís ann, Gan mé sa teach mhór ’tá déanta ar thaobh an róid, Is mé bheith gan bó, gan caora, Ní bheinn in bhur gcró anois ar theacht an Domhnaigh, Bheadh an t-aifreann do mo chomhair is mo dhaoine, Dá mba liomsa Éire anuas ó Loch Éirne, Gur i dTeileann ab fhearr liom cónaí.
A Bhríd Bhán, a rún, glac misneach rómhór, Is ná cluintear níos mó thú ag éagaoin,’ ’S nach bhfuil ní ar an domhan dá bhfaca tú le feabhas Nach mbeadh againne ins an bhaile udaí ina mbeimid, Caoirigh ’gus gabhair, capaill agus buaibh Agus uain mhaithe a bhfaighimid féar dóibh, Nach ródheas an áit seo de thoradh is de ghráin, Agus an bradán ar an abhainn ag léimnigh.
Tá na caoirigh anseo gan dóigh, crupán ar na buaibh, Agus galar ar na gabhair ins na haltaibh, Méadaíonn sé mo bhróin, níl anseo ach móin, ’Gus an chíb dhubh ní áirímse mar fhéar í, An méid bradán agus iasc a shnámh cuan Theilinn ariamh Agus tarra siad aniar faoin gharraí, Ní thabharfainn thart mo shúil le tuirse is le cumha, Ó tháinig mé in bhur gclúid ghránna.
Unlike to the mountain town behind me, is, God, let me repeat it, No I in grand houses' have been on the side of the road, I see I have no cows, no sheep, I would not be your pen now coming Sunday, would the mass for me and my people, had me down from Lough Erne Ireland, that my favorite Teelin live.
A Bride White, darling, take courage too big, is not cluintear more you are lamenting, ' And that's not the world if you seen improvement might not be ours in the town yonder where we, sheep and goats, horses and cows and do we turn grass interests them, not very nice this place is a result of grain, and the salmon on the river by jumping.
The sheep here without so, crupán the cows, and disease of the goats in the haltaibh, increases my grief, this is only turf, And The dwarf black nor áirímse as the grass is, the amount of salmon and fish swim basin Teelin never And they tar resilience under the garden, I would never have my eye about fatigue as a thought, Since I became your gclúid ugly.
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