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Is trua nach bhfuil mé i Sasain ’s aon duine amháin as Éirinn liom, Ná bheith amuigh i lár na farraige san áit a gcailltear na mílte long, An ghaoth mhór is an fhearthainn bheith ’mo sheoladh ó thonn go tonn ’S a Rí, go seola tú mise san áit a bhfuil mo ghrá ina luí.
Is trua nach bhfuil mé i m’éan bheag is mé ag éirí ins na coillte cúil, Mo dheirfiúr dhíleas bheith in aice liom ’s níorbh fhaide liomsa an lá ná an bhliain, Ach mé bheith ag déanamh leanna is á scabadh ar ’ach taobh den tslí, ’S a Rí, nach cloíte an galar é fear ar bith bheith i ngrá le mnaoi.
Spleoid ar an chodladh, nach meisciúla é ná an lionn, Nach cloíte a d’fhág sé mise in aice leis an bhean úd thall, Mar fuair an ainnir mé ar mo leabaidh, mar bhí mé lag breoite tinn D’imigh sí agus d’éalaigh sí is chan fheicim í aon uair ná lá.
Ag luighe domsa ar mo leabaidh seacht seachtainí is an oíche aréir, Aisling a rinne mé is go dearbh gur chráigh sí mé, Mar bhí Bríd an chúil chlannaigh is fear eile léithe romham sa tslí, Idir sin agus an mhaidin chuaigh an arraing fríd lár mo chroí.
Bhí macasamhail mo stóirín ag ionsaí na malacha aniar, Bhí dhá shúil ghorma ghlaise aici ba deise a chuaigh riamh i mnaoi, Cheannaigh mé buidéal róidín dom féin is do mo mhíle stór, Is le tuilleadh bróin a chur orm deor cha rachadh ar a béilín dó.
It is unfortunate that I have in England and no one in Ireland I, not being out in the middle of the sea where the loss of thousands of ships, the big wind is the rain have 'my address from wave to wave and King, to sail I you where my love is lying.
It is unfortunate that I have small m'éan I am getting back in the woods, my sister dhíleas be near me and I was not the day longer than the years, But I have been doing Though the beer is a 'but side of way, and King, the disease is not exhausted any man be in love again.
Spleoid on the bed, not liquor than the depression, not exhausted and I left it near the lady yonder, So I got maid on my bed, because I was sick sick weak She left and was she sang escaped whenever I see a day.
By lying to me on my bed seven weeks last night, Dream I made ??that declaration that broke it I, as Brigid rear chlannaigh is another man gray me on the way, between that and the morning went arraing through the middle of my heart.
Was replica my darling attacked the malacha west, had two eyes blue green it was right that ever went into a woman, I bought a bottle róidín myself and for my dearest, is to more grief to me tears cha goes on Her mouth it .
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