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Chaith mé seacht seachtainí i Mainistir na Búille, I mo luí ar mo leaba, ní i mo chodladh ach i mo dhúiseacht, Ag súil leat chuile leathuair go dtabharfá an sagart faoi rún leat, Ó, bhí tú do mo mhealladh, is gur chaill mé mo chlú leat.
Chuaigh mo mhuintir go Baile an Róba ag cur mo chónra á déanamh, Is chuaigh an chuid eile acu go Coillte Eochaill ag baint mo chróchair de bharr géaga, Tá súil le Rí na Glóire agam go bhfuil siad uilig bréagach, Is go mbeidh mise is mo mhíle stóirín seal ag ól lena chéile.
Mar bhláth bán sa ngairdín a bhíonn mo ghrá-sa i dtús an tsamhraidh, Nó na faoileáiníní bána a bhíonn ag snámh ar Loch Éirne, Nó mar loing os cionn an tsáile a mbeadh an dealramh ag dul timpeall, Agus sin mar a bhíonn mo ghrá ag teacht ag ramhailtí i m’intinn.
Nach aoibhinn don chábán a dtéann mo ghrá ag ól ann, Is nach aoibhinn don chosán a leagann sé a bhróg ann, Nach aoibhinn don chailín óg deas a gheobhas é le pósadh, Réalt eolais na maidine é, is crann soilse an tráthnóna.
Is nár ba fada nó go bhfágha mé uaidh litir is scéala, Is nár ba fada nó go bhfágha mé le n-oscailt is le léamh í, Nár ba fada nó go bhfeice mé an sagart ina léine. Ór buí inár bpócaí, is muid pósta le chéile.
I spent seven weeks in Boyle, think lying on my bed, not asleep but awake, Hoping you every half that would give the priest a secret you, Oh, you were my attraction, that I missed you my reputation.
Took my family to Ballinrobe taking my coffin being, is joined the rest of them that Woods Youghal using my chróchair due limbs, hope the King of Glory I all are false, is that myself and my Sweetheart thousand while drinking together.
As a white flower in the garden is my love-in early summer, Or faoileáiníní are white swimming on Lough Erne, Or like a ship over the seawater would seem to go around, and as is my love coming at ramhailtí in my mind.
Not pleasant for cabin goes my love drinking it, is not pleasant for the path sets a shoe there, not pleasant for a nice young girl who receives a marriage is, Star of the morning is information, the evening lights tree.
Is not been long or that of obtaining me his letter word, is not been long or that of obtaining me with the opening to read it, Did not need long until I see the priest in his shirt. Yellow gold in our pockets, we're married together.
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