A ghadaí a ghoid mo phíopa
A thief stole my pipeIrish
English (machine translation)
And a thief stole my pipe, why not ask permission?
So if I go to law with you, I am sure that íocfair from,
My head was going around and my heart is getting weak,
My eyes are the mbraona silt every night that I find no valor.
And I think I see clouds and star of the air from the south,
Out on the sun in a row are engaged quickly,
Sea merely a pair, there would first when bhreathnaínn around,
There was no taste in amount but in the absence of tobacco type defect.
And a thief stole my pipe, the concern is not interested in it?
Or is any pity in your heart in the way I'm spending the time?
I bought not snuff box, I put him under my nose pinse,
Stopainn not only sraofartach dtéinn again or asleep.
Players box and that I bought, I was accompanied by a nice girl,
I drop the gray box that I claimed deabhal on any return,
Not short of twelve former women appetites of me and sitting m'ais,
For eyes that ndéarfainn God, 'O my lady, I have a fag You will?'
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