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Maidin bhog álainn i mBá na Scealg,Dul ag triall chun aifrinn ghrámhar Dé, D’éirigh an tsuaill rómhór san bhfarraige, Le fuadar fearthainne d’ardaigh gaoth, Do mhachnaigh an chriú, agus is umhal do chasadar, Ag déanamh an chuain anuas chun Dairbhre, Nuair a bhéic an fear stiúir, as mo shuan do phreabas-sa, Do bhíos-sa im chodladh is do dúisíodh mé.
Cé chífeadh an bád ar bháigh an mhaidean úd, Sá sé maide uirthi, is dob ard í a léim, Nuair a scaoileamar cnáib is gardaí rámha uirthi, Gach clár ag cnagadh, is í ag rás mar philéar, Do dheineamar í a stiúradh ar chúrsa tarraingthe, Sruthanna ag brú le siúl na hanartan, Ní raibh luascadh ar an linn ón mBaoi go Daingean siar, Go ndeachamar go Carraig ghlas ard na Naomh.
Bhí Carraig Lomáin mar chráin ag screadadh romhainn, Ar tí sinn d’alpadh lenár dtaobh chlé, Bealach na nÉigh is ea do ghéim mar tharbh romhainn, Is dar ndóigh, níor thaise don nGearánaigh éamh. Céad moladh le hÍosa Críost nár cailleadh sinn, Is ná fuarthas sinn sínte i nduibheagán farraige, Ach fanam arís go dtige an chalma, Agus ólfaimíd fleagan i dtigh Sheáin Uí Néill.
Beautiful soft morning in the Bay of Scealg, Going bound to Mass loving God, arose in the sea too big tsuaill, With rain bustling wind rose, Your crew wondered, and obey met, Doing past the harbor to Valentia, when the man shouted led, from my slumber to phreabas-in, for I was-in my sleep that I raised for.
While chífeadh the boat drowned the mornings whom he thrust a stick on it, that would be high it jumped, When we let hemp as guards oar her, All program by tapping, is a race as pillars, Your dheineamar steering her course drawing, Streams pushing the hanartan place, did not sway the course of previous Robust buoy, Till we reached the Holy Rock high locked.
Logs Rock sow was a scream coming on home devouring us in relation to our left, Way is neigh for the next game which as a bull, is of course, the complainants did not cry moisture. First praise to Jesus Christ we have not lost, is we were not stretched in ocean depths, But again dtige fanam the valiant, And in the house fleagan ólfaimíd Shane O'Neill.
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