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Ó, éireod ar maidin in ainm an Domhnaigh,Is déanfaidh mé cónaí ar chnocáinín bán, Nár dhéanfaidh mé an teach ann ar leataobh an bhóthair, I bhfogas don chóngar abhus agus thall; Is an áit a mbeidh agam fear bealaigh is bóthair, Óra, carraeir, lucht eolais, fear loinge nó bád, Beidh an scoil ag lucht ealaíon is ag ógánaigh óga, Ar lorg an eolais, ag tíocht ar mo shráid.
Ach is é comhrá na gcailleach, na seandaoine críonna, D’fhág mearbhall ar m’intinn is néal i mo cheann, An fáth go bhfuil an púca ann ó aimsir na díleann, Go bhfaca na daoine é ach níl fhios cén t-am. Ó, níorbh é sin ab ait liom ar theacht ráithe an gheimhridh, A bheith ag déanamh íospairt istigh ar mo shráid, Go mbíonn sé ina chat is ina mhada san oíche, Is nár thúisce ina phúca é ná ina sheanghearrán bán.
A chomharsanaí dhílis, óra, tugaidh dhom cúnamh, Is díbreodsa an púca amach as an áit, Ach cuirfead faoi gheasa faoi dhaoirse na humhlacht, Gan a theacht, óra, aon oíche níos gaire ná an Mám. Mar chinn sé ar an nGriallach is ar Phádraig a Búrca, Is ar an méid seanóirí, ó, a bhí insan áit, Ach siúlfadsa siar é go bun Chnoc an Domhnaigh, Mar a bhfuil caisleán an phúca thuas ina lár.
Oh, in the name éireod on Sunday morning, I will live a chnocáinín white, I do not set aside the house there the road, In proximity to the near and far here; Is where I will man road route, Oops, carrier, informants, man ship or boat, The school will force young youth arts, Seeking the information, coming up my street.
But conversation is the witch, the wise old people, Left on my mind is stunning confusion in my head, Why is the ghost from the time of the Deluge, People saw it but do not know what time. Oh, that was not the place I was coming winter quarter, To be doing inside my street victimization, That a cat is a night mhada, Once is not a phúca sheanghearrán than a white.
A true neighbors, Oops, help me bring me, Díbreodsa the ghost is out of place, But spellbound servitude will take the humhlacht, Without entry, Oops, closer than any night of the MAM. As he concluded the most of nGriallach Patrick Burke, Is the amount seniors, oh, where was insan, But that is up previous siúlfadsa Hill Sunday As is the phúca castle above its center.
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