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Ní dh’airím véarsa ó lon ná ó chéirseach, Ní dh’fhásann féar ins na gaorthaibh ceart, Mar nach bhfuil suim ag an spéirbhean i spórt ná i bpléisiúr Ach í ag gol is ag béiceadh ’s ag réabadh bas; Á rá liom faoiseamh ní bhfaighidh na séimhfhir, Aon oíche in Éirinn ná uain chun reast, ’Ge an trúp so méirleach, iad ag teacht lena chéile ’S go mbuafaí caoch orainn ar Shliabh na mBan.
Is oth liom fhéinig ar bualadh an lae úd Do dhul ar Ghaeil bhocht is na céadta a shlad, Mar athá na méirligh ag déanamh géim dínn Is a rá nach aon ní leo píc ná sleá; Níor tháinig ár major i dtúis an lae chughainn, Is ní rabhamar fhéin ann i gcóir ná i gceart, Ach mar a sheolfaí tréada bó go dtí an aonach, Ar thaobh na gréine de Shliabh na mBan.
Sé Ros do bhreoigh is do chloígh go deo sinn, Mar ar dh’fhágadh mórchuid dínn sínte lag, Leanaí óga ina smólaibh ann dóite Leis an méid a fhan beo dhíobh cois claí nó scairt; Ach geallaim fhéin daoibh, an té a dhein an foghlach Go mbeam i gcomhair dó le píc is le sleá, Is go gcuirfead yeomen ar crith ina mbrógaibh, Ag díol an chomhair leo ar Shliabh na mBan.
Thá na cóbaigh mhóra ag iarraidh eolais, Thá an aimsir óg is an chabhair ag teacht; An té a mhill na gnótha, sé a leighisfidh fós iad, Is ní dhíolfam feoirling leo, cíos ná sraith; Píosa coróineach an chuid ba mhó dhe, Luach éiric bó nó teaghlach deas, Beidh rince ar bhóithre is soilse dá ndó ann, Beidh meidhir is mórtas ar Shliabh na mBan.
Dh'airím not a verse from numbers from thrush not gaorthaibh dh'fhásann grass in the right, as is not the maiden interested in sport than in mere pleasure But weeping and shouting that a rupture death; I say no relief give the séimhfhir, a night in Ireland turn to reast, 'Though the thieves this troop, are coming together and that blind us mbuafaí Slievenamon.
I regret fhéinig to meet the day in question went on Highlanders poor as hundreds to pillage, As ford méirligh mock us is to say they do not mind Spike Island or spear; did not our major in originally a day to us, is we were not able or prepared myself properly, But as cow herd would be launched to the fair, on the sun side of Slievenamon.
Rush to bhreoigh it is adhered forever for us, as for many of us stretched dh'fhágadh poor, young children where there smólaibh burned with what remained alive ditches or diaphragm thereof; But I promise myself to you, the person who carried the foghlach Although we for him that a pic with a spear, is to take all the yeomen quake a mbrógaibh, selling cooperation Slievenamon them.
Tha the cóbaigh large asking, tha the weather young aid coming; He who destroyed the business, it leighisfidh yet, is not dhíolfam farthing them, rent a set; Piece Crown Most of it, Value cow or nice family return, will the lights dance on his fired roads there will be a sense of joy Slievenamon.
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