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’S tá eascann i mBaile na hInse agus is binne í faoi thrí ná an chuach, Nuair a thosaíonn sí ag feadaíl san oíche, cloistear í naoi míle ó thuaidh, ’Gus fear as Doire Fhada a chuaigh síos is ní fhaca sé ach binn dhá cluais, Sé m’fhaitíos go ndéanfaidh sí mísc, ach go sábhála Críost Seán Rua.
Óra, éirigh is cuir ort do chuid éadaigh nó go dté muid faoi chomhair na péist’, ’S go dtuga muid scéala ceart linn an ndearna na húdair bréag, Más ainspiorad í a ghluais as tigh deamhain ’s atá ag coinneáil an chuain dhi fhéin, Tá súil agam go gcuirfear í ar siúl le muinín as cumhachta Dé.
Ní chreidfinnse focal a mbéil mar cumann siad bréag go humhal, Nó go dtéinn san aistir mé fhéin is í a fheiceáil le léargas mo shúl, Óra, chuaigh muid sa mbealach go díreach ar mheasamar í a bheith ann, Óra, chriothnaigh an talamh ’nár dtimpeall agus cluineadh glór binn san aill.
Ó, chonaic mé a heite is a droim, a drioball is rian dhá ceann, Ba mhó í ná cnoc Ros an Mhíl ’s ná an Cillín aríst taobh thall. Nuair a chonaic sí mise taobh thuas dhi, ’s chaith sí naoi n-uaire an chéim, Óra, ghearr mé an chroch chéasta ar mo ghrua agus choirsic Seán Rua é fhéin.
Chuir Heirciléas ladar sa saol mar a chuireann siad síos sa leabhar, Ní móide nó tá tú faoi dhraíocht is tú a bheith ag caitheamh do shaoil ar abhainn, An iníon úd a bhí ag Rí Bo-Thoinn, ar arm an tsaoil fuair bua, ’S mór m’fhaitíos nó déanfaidh tú mísc, ach go sábhála Críost Seán Rua.
Óra caithfidh mé freagairt don tréad ’s shíl mé nach ndéanfainn speech Ach tá mé faoi ghéasaí, mo léan, is faoi iomada mhór an tsaoil, Shiúil mise timpeall na hÉireann ’s anseo táim ag ligean mo scíth’, Nó go bhfeice mé cnámhannaí géill mo linbh a d’éag sa nGoirtín.
And eel in Ballynahinch and cliff triple than the cuckoo, when she starts whistling at night, heard her nine miles north, and a man from Derry Long went down that he did not just sweet two ears, it mischief my fear that it will, but that Christ saving Red John.
Oops, success is put on your clothes or till we meet the worm ', and to bring home we hear right during which the authors lie, If ainspiorad be moved from house demons and detaining the harbor kinder self, is I hope that it will place confidence in the power of God.
Not chreidfinnse word mouths as association they lie humbly, Or dtéinn the journey myself is to see a glimpse of my eyes, Oops, we went in the way just to consider it to be there, Oops, chriothnaigh the ground that ' and melodious voice were heard around the cliff.
Oh, I saw a wing as a consequence, to drioball the track two one, was more than a hill Rossaveel and than the Killeen again on the other side. When she saw yours upside thereof, and spent nine times the step, Oops, I short the torture hung on my cheek and choirsic Red John himself.
The Heirciléas intervene in life as they described in the book, plus or you spellbound as you be spending your life on the river, the daughter in question was King Bo-Sea, an army all had success, and you will have my fear or mischief, but that Christ saving Red John.
Oops I must respond to the herd and I thought I would not speech But I have ghéasaí, alas, is about iomada great life, I walked around the Ireland and here I am letting my rest ', Or I see cnámhannaí Hostages my child died in Gurteen.
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