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Is, a Neilí Bhán, nach tú mo ghrá, Is tú caraidín mo chroí, Lig mo dheaslámh thar do bhráid, Nó ní mhairfidh mé beo mí, Is shnámhfainnse an tSiúir leat Is an tSionainn mhór ina diaidh, Mar thug tú an barr leat an lá údan I mBaile Locha Riach.
Dhá mba liomsa Port Omna, Agus Baile Locha Riach, Is Luimneach gan chuntas, Is baile mór Bhleá Cliath, Nach do do mhuintir fhéin a thabharfainnse An leath mhór agus a dhá dtrian, Le shúil is go mbeinnse ag déanamh cleamhnais leo, Lá fada agus bliain.
Ní chainteoinn ar mo chapall, Ar an diallait ná ar an tsrian, Ná ar na páirceannaí breátha glasa údan, A mbíodh muid iontu ag fiach, Ná a ndeachaigh de bháid As Sasana thar sáile le mí, Is nár thrácht muid an lá údan Ar Bhaile Locha Riach.
Tabhair mo bheannachtsa go Connachta siar Mar is ann a bhíodh an greann, Agus chugatsa, a vailintín, Nach bhfeicfidh mé go brách. Is an comhrá ciúin a bhíodh eadrainn, Ag goil aniar thar an gcnocán, Ach tháinig an tSionainn mhór eadrainn, Is í lán suas go bruach.
Is faraor géar nár cailleadh mé Amuigh ar an sliabh, San áit a mbeadh mo chnámha Á bpiocadh ag an bhfiach, Sul má thit mise i ngrá leat, A bhruinneall na ngealchíoch, Ach go mb’fhearr le do mháithrín Mura bhfeicfeadh sí mé ariamh.
And, Neilí White, not I love you, You are caraidín my heart, Let my right hand over your submission, Or not last I live month, is shnámhfainnse Sr. You are Shannon great beyond, As you gave the top you yon day in Loughrea.
Two had me Portumna and Loughrea, a Limerick unaccounted for, a large town of Dublin, not your family own a thabharfainnse The semi major and two-thirds, With eyes that I would be doing matchmaking them, day long year.
Not chainteoinn on my horse, on the saddle or on the bridle, not on the páirceannaí fine green yon, A bustle we contain a debt, not affected by boat from England abroad a month, is not traffic we day yon Of Town Loughrea.
Give my bheannachtsa to Connacht back As there was humor, and to you, a valentine, Not I see forever. It is the quiet chat before between us, was going west over the gcnocán, But came the Shannon great between us, is lot up to the edge.
Is sadly I lost not Out of the mountain, where there might be my bones docking bpiocadh the raven, Sul if you fell in love, A bhruinneall the ngealchíoch, But prefer your mother If I ever see her.
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