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Nach mór an chliú d’Éirinn an baile breá géimiúil,Atá idir Ceann Léime agus Gleann Trasna ó thuaidh, Go bhfuil na seandaoine críonna is na páistí lag míosa, Iad uilig ar aon intinn is maidir le spóirt.
Is tá cáil na Trá Báine thall ins na Státaí, Sa Róimh is i bPáras is san Afraic ó thuaidh, Is má léigh sibh na páipéir, níl call dhom é a rá libh, Is é an baile is mó cáil é dhá bhfaca tú ariamh.
Ó, fear múinte mánla a chaith tamall gearr ann, Ó, chuala mé ar ball go dtáinig sé aríst, Bhí a chroí is a anam ag rince le háthas, Nuair a chas sé tigh Ghorman agus d’iompaigh sé síos.
Níl malrach ná girseach, fear, bean ná páiste, Ó tigh Liamín Mháire Árann go barr Chnoc an Fhia, Nach bhfuil a ainm ar liosta sa Róimh ag an bPápa, Le taispeáint don Ardrí lá deireadh an tsaoil.
Tá fear an charr asail ag cur abhaile na móna, Is tá an bhean ar a glúine ag déanamh crois Chríost, Ó, tá fear an charr capaill nach mbeidh ar ais go tráthnóna, Beidh brabach sa gcrib aige ag tíocht chun an tí.
Ó, caithfidh mé anois stopadh, tá an t-am ag breith gearr orm, Tá an sruth ó mo shúile is tá pian in mo dhroim, Ó, slán agus beannacht ag caraid is le comharsa, Is leis an teach úd ar chaith mé ann scaitheamh den tsaol.
Almost chliú Ireland géimiúil love the home, between Cross Valley Loop Head and north, That the wise older children is weak month, Those are all of one mind on sports.
It is a reputation the White Strand opposite in the static, In Rome in Paris and Africa north, as if read you the papers, not call me to tell you, is the largest domestic capacity is two you seen ever.
Oh, polite and gentle man who spent a short time there, Oh, I heard later that it came again, was his heart and soul to dance with joy, when he turned Ghorman house and turned it down.
No boy or girl, man, woman or child, from the house of Mary Aran Liamín top Deer Hill, Not a name on a list by the Pope in Rome, With High King displayed the last day of life.
A man's car donkeys taking home turf, is the wife of a laptop making cross of Christ, Oh, the car man horses will not return until evening, will gain in gcrib he is coming to the house.
Oh, I must now stop, this time catching a brief me, is the stream from my eyes the pain in my back, from, secure and blessing by friends to a neighbor, is the house in question I spent there scaitheamh domains.
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