English (machine translation)
The two signing papers that have the soldier was going back,
is pleasant Families drumadóirín Gael appetites that country the ship,
would I'd give thee a hundred and two thousand cows,
Provided you have in your fhéirín I County Mayo.
In my lying on my bed for me is to have large m'osna,
on m'éirí me morning my prayer is my fl,
hair of my head falling and disappearing as the morning mist,
and the thought behind, which stóirínn, I shall not live long.
When I get lonely yes I look out on the hill yonder,
I think about your locks Dualach left the hard-arraing through my center,
my heart a slab of it is coal black man thruaigh only my King Grace,
a young girl attempts whatever you me, that extended up in the coffin program.
My socks all torn that my pockets without a penny,
my nuachulaith marriage is, alas sharp, still spinning,
have debts in the house drinking I is not drinking I never drop,
But my sorrow sharp, a mile Sweetheart, I'm not that you turn young again.
That love for the héiníní becomes high,
most are celebrating together on any one small branch,
not so for me and my first true love,
As long aa wide apart is our luck every day.
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