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M’osna trí Luimnigh, Connacht agus Cléir le cumha,Go Corcaigh na loingeas, agus thar tonnaibh dhá dtéinn de shiúl, Ár gcróbhaire choimhthígh, fear ionaid na laoch ’fuair clú, Go tearmann luige agus na cruinne go léir san úir, San úir ó.
San úir ó cuireadh binn bhuartha agus scéimh na Mumhan, Go dubhach gach duine agus gur imigh ár gcléir bunoscionn, Ár ngiúistís coimhthígh, ár mbreitheamh a réidheadh ár gcúis Ár gcaraid, ár gcuspa, ár gcoiste agus ár laoch ’fuair clú Clú ó.
Clú agus ceannas bhí agat ón Rí nglórmhar, A bhí ar do ghlacaibh i ngan fhios do rí cóige, Níl tuath ná cathair fé bhrataibh ag Rí Seoirse Ná gur dubhach an t-easpa is a mbailte go síorbhrónach Brónach ó.
Is brónach atuirseach ó Cheachainn go Léim Lárach, ’S is buartha Banba ó Chaiseal go Béal Bearnais, Tá dúthaigh Chairbre ar lasadh gan scéimh áthais Is mo chumhasa Ráth Chana gur cailleadh ár laoch láidir. Láidir ó.
Ba láidir choimhthígh ár gcuspa is ba leathan lúfar, A mharcaigh na gcumann, go gcritheadh an talamh fútsa, Ní raibh eagla dlithe ná clipeadh ar do bhaile dhúchais, Ach id charaid mar Oscar a chuireadh na creacha ar gcúlaibh Ar gcúl ó.
Ar gcúl a dtaxanna deacair is iarsmaí Mumhan, Ba réiteach ceasna do lagaibh aniar a thrunc, Is ba ghreann le caraid a maireadh in iarthar Mumhan, Do gháire leathan, a mharcaigh na gcliar mo chumha, Dubh ó.
Is dubh dorcha faoi scamallaibh tá na spéartha chughainn, ’S níl easpa ná uireasa ar chnocaibh ná ar shléibhte dubha Ach i gcogadh na ríthe gur mhinic an t-eirleach súd Is m’osna trí Luimnigh tusa go tréith san úir.
M'osna through Limerick, Galway and Clergy nostalgia, In Cork the fleet, and over two dtéinn of tonnaibh away, Our gcróbhaire alien, a deputy of the hero 'got famous, That sanctuary Luige and all of the new universe, San fresh from.
In fresh from sweet was worried and beauty Munster, Go depression and had left all our clergy contrary, Our magistrate aliens, our judge who freed our reason Our gcaraid, our model, our committee and our hero 'had gained reputation from.
You had gained command of King nglórmhar, A to ghlacaibh was unknown to cóige king, not a city under bhrataibh countryside at King George Do that depression is the lack of a town that síorbhrónach Sad from.
It is sad to snap Cheachainn weary was I Gan from Mare, And Banba Cashel worried that Bearnas mouth, is burning Carberry district without beauty joy is my chumhasa Rath Chana lost our strong hero. Strong from.
Our model was alien strong wide'd agile, rider of society, that the ground gcritheadh ??about you, do not fear the laws were not teasing your hometown, But id tis Oscar invitation as the spoils of Cuil On back from.
Backward dtaxanna Munster remains difficult, would resolve to lagaibh ceasna thrunc stamina, is most fun with friends to a maireadh in west Munster, your wide smile, to my sorrow rider answer them poetically, Black from.
Scamallaibh is a dark about the heavens to us, and there is a lack or absence of chnocaibh or black mountains But in the war of kings frequently inflicted the yonder is by Limerick m'osna you that the new trait.
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