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Glaoim ort, a mhuirnín óg, Glaoim ort, a mhíle stór, Tar is labhair liom uair nó dhó, Go n-insí mé mo scéal duit.
Curfá: ’S a mhuirnín óg, a mhíle grá, A mhuirnín óg, is tú a rinne mo chrá, A mhuirnín óg, nach fada an lá, Ó gheall tú mise a phósadh.
Searc go dtug mé duit is grá, Ceart ní bhfuair mé uait ach crá, Rinne tú gual den chroí in mo lár, Ó thréig tú mé gan ábhar.
Curfá
Nuair a shuím síos chois an chuain, A chaint liom fhéin ’s a dhéanamh bróin, Ní chluinim ceiliúr binn na gcuach, Mar a chluininn féin i m’óige.
Seal a bím ag déanamh bróin, Seal beag eile ag déanamh ceoil, Seal ag meabhrú ar mo dhóigh, ’S ag gol fán mhnaoi nach bhfuair mé.
Nuair a théim go toigh an óil, Is suím síos le gloine ar bord, Báithim dhá dtrian bróin sa bheoir, Agus scilim rún mo chroí amach.
A ríbhean dheas na gcoirnín dlúith, A bhí múinte, cneasta, socair, ciúin, Pill ar ais is leigheas mo chumhaidh, ’S beidh Dia ina bhun go deo duit.
Tá mé anois ’mo luí ar leabaidh an bháis, Mo chónair déanta réidh gan spás, Dá dtigfeá is labhairt liom uair amháin, Go leigheasfeadh glór do bhéil mé.
I call you, dearest love, I call you, dearest, After that I spoke once or twice, That I tell you my story.
Chorus: And dearest love, a true love, A young darling, that you made my torment, A young darling, not long, Since you marry me because.
I gave you love will love, I got you right but torment, You made coal of my heart in the middle, Since you forsaken me without content.
Chorus
When I'm sitting down also the harbor, A speech and make my own sorrow, I hear the sweet propose not curly, As chluininn yourself in my youth.
I'm doing a spell of sadness, Another little while making music, While recalling my way, And cry I did not much care about.
When I go to the house by drinking, I sit down with a glass board, Báithim thirds sorrow in beer, And scilim out of my heart.
To the south ríbhean gcoirnín warp, Was polite, gentle, calm, quiet, Pill medicine restore my grief, And God will rise forever you.
I am now 'convince my death bed, My tombstone made ready without space, As I speak dtigfeá that once, So I leigheasfeadh oral voice.
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