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Is fada dhom ar buaireamh ag cur tuairisc mo ghrá,Trí ghleannta dubha uaigneach im ruagairt chun fáin, A samhail ní bhfuaireas cé gur chuardaíos a lán, Ó gheataibh na tuaithe go bruach gheal na trá.
Do casadh mo ghrá orm ’s ba náir liom gan suí, Do leagas mo láimh ar a bráid is ar a croí, Is é a dúirt sí, ‘Anois fág mé, ní hádhmhar duit sinn, Is bean dubhach ar fán mé do tharla id líon.’
Tá cailín donn deas ar an mbaile go mbím, Is gile í ná an sneachta, ná an eala ar linn, Dá mbeadh oíche ag cur sneachta, níorbh fhada liom í, Bheith ag éalú thar caise le cara mo chroí.
Dá gcastaí de ruaig mé ar chnoc uasal Mná Duibhe, Mar a mbíonn an cailín ciúin stuama go mómharach ina suí, Ba chas cíortha buacach a cuacha léi síos, Ar gach taobh dá guailne ag luascadh le gaoth.
Long is a concern for me taking my love report, Through valleys lonely black butter ruagairt to stray, A model did not get chuardaíos although many, from the rural bank gheataibh bright beach.
For turning my love me and would shame me not sit, for leagas my hand on to it and his heart, is she said, 'Now leave me, not hádhmhar you us, a woman depression on about me for the occurrence id number . '
A pretty brown girl in the village that I am, is whiter than the snow, or the swan on, would snowing night, it was not long before I, Being drifting over cheese with my dear friend.
I chased two turns of a hill noble Black Women, As is the quiet girl sitting mómharach prudent, was combed winning cuckoos turned her down, on each side of its guailne swinging wind.
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