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Tráthnóinín beag déanach ’S mo thréad agam á chur ón síon, I lúib na coille craobhaí, ’S nach aerach a bhí mo thriall, Bhí an chuach ’s an lon ’s an chéirseach Ar séirse is gach nóta fíor, ’S i mbun gach véarsa, Go mbeadh Éire aige Cáit Ní Dhuibhir.
Tá liosacháinín féir ghlais Agam féinig ag ceann mo thí, Agus bíonn gach maidin ghréine An spéirbhean ann ’s í romham ’na suí, Tá leabhair aici don Gaolainn ’S beagáinín den mBéarla thríd, ’S i mbun ’s i mbarr gach véarsa Go mbeidh Éire aige Cáit Ní Dhuibhir.
Tá míle dath ’na clóicín ’S a bróigín ar dhath an fhraoigh, ’S gúna den fhaisean uirthi Den tsórt úd bhíonn ag iníon an Rí, Sé dúirt sí, ‘Suigh síos, a oígfhir, Go fóill beag ní dhéanfam moill’, ’S go raghainnse arís in óige Dá mbeadh Fódla aige Cáit Ní Dhuibhir.
Tráthnóinín little late and my herd I being from the weather, I loop the wood Cruagh, and not gay was my journey, was the cuckoo and the blackbird and thrush On fast-as every note true, and in each verse, would he Ireland Kate Dwyer.
There liosacháinín grass green I totally alone at the head of my house, and there each morning sunshine A maiden and her me 'the living, books her for her Irish And somewhat of English PRIEST And up and top each verse have Ireland has Kate O'Dwyer not.
A thousand color 'of clóicín And Boots colored heather, and dress of fashion it such in question is a daughter of the King, He told her,' Sit down, oígfhir, That moment not dhéanfam delay ', and that raghainnse again in youth had he Fodla Kate Dwyer.
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