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Ó raghadsa is mo Cheaití bhálcaeireacht amach ar na sléibhte cuain Nó ar oileáinín mhara liom féinig mar a dtéann na héin chun suain Ansúd a bhíodh nead ag an bhfiach dubh is an fiolar ag éamh cois cuain Agus mise á agairt chun Dé suas solas an lae bhreith uaim
'S a Cheaití, nach náireach mar scéal é, má imíonn tú in aon chor uaim Mar gur gheallais don sagart ná déanfá, mé a mhalairt go raghainn san uaigh Do cuireadh bocht dealbh sa tsaol mé, is mo charaid i bhfad uaim 'S a Dhia, go mbeirir chugat féin mé, má imíonn mo chéad shearc uaim
'S tá sioc agus sneachta ar na sléibhte, 'gus mise liom féin dá siúl Ag féachaint chá bhfeicfinn mo spéirbhean, a bhí bacalach, péarlach, fionn Ba ghile ar a com í ná Venus, is ba bhinne a béal ná an fhliúit 'S dá bhfaighinnse mo chumann ina haonar, do phógfainnse a béal go dlúth
Agus ciach ar an sagart a phós mé, nár fhág sé mé i dtreo na mban Ag rinnce le cailíní óga, ag ithe 's ag ól 'na measc An ní do shuaigh 's do bhreoidh mé, mé a cheangal go hóg le réic 'S nár fhág mise ag cnuchairt na móna, nó ag seoladh na mbó thar sliabh
From my inconvenience caused bhálcaeireacht raghadsa out of the harbor islands Sea or on an island I totally alone as the birds go to sleep There known before the raven nest 's cry is the harbor And me being sued for God up my birth daylight
'S inconvenience caused, not shameful as ironic, if you go at all I As promised the priest that shall proceed not, otherwise I go, in the grave Your statue was poor in this world, I, and my sweetheart far away 'S God, that you mbeirir I own, if I leave my first trove
'S is frost and snow on the mountains, and I were walking on my own two Looking explanatory would see my maiden, was bacalach, pearled, blond Com was brighter than at Venus, his mouth is not melodious flute 'S if I took my club alone, your mouth close phógfainnse
Ciach the pastor and I married, I have not left it towards women At the young girls dancing, eating and drinking 'among the Does your shuaigh's your bhreoidh I, I require a wholesale young '' I have not left S cnuchairt turf, or address the cows over mountain
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