A Paddy love, if you left that you dtige secure,
Char you went or you weakened heart that was my chest,
As I used to be a iomróchadh cot 'for dhiaidhsa, ship or boat,
And that's a ton of blue sea and the beach can not swim.

The tears do Ródaí on each side of my cheeks,
Sunday evening is on Monday morning,
When Udai smaointím the person I was today or yesterday,
And my sweetheart far from home that I left on my own.

A Paddy, why do not you become resilient secret?
A dh'amharc your sweetheart was lying sick sick poor,
When she thought of me to get home 'of sitting,
I found it closed in land corridor is narrow.

In addition Ballycastle sleeping Lochair love of my heart,
Or on the other yonder home with a down side,
Hope for any Son of Mary I and any of God's grace,
So I gcodlóchaidh Lochar avenues love of my life.

A Paddy, why have you forsaken me because property or treasure?
A Paddy, why have you forsaken me because rent than gold?
A Paddy, behind yellow colored your sweet lips.
I land till I remembered that conversation for me.

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