And listen, boys, that bring me some space for me,
That's the case I inseod Rest,
Micilín and Anthony have filled the papers
Due to the rise we have to pay,
Up to three pounds of our two detained bpáighe
Because the queen 'We are in the country,
Because of her stockings and high heel shoes
From paint and rings and laces her down.

Two I would be able to write or two gcloisfinn in time,
Women gearrchaile I would I come to the country,
I would have five or six children
Code number and the high would I find the m Beet,
Oh, this does not is how I'd survive my mother two,
I am willing time domains,
Friday would my pension and the dole every Tuesday,
The children's allowance is coming every month.

Oh, this does not is how I did it was not I produce,
But moving randomly throughout my life,
Departing dancing, fun, sport Pléaráca,
Oh, I left the sinking Máimín Rossaveel,
But Connemara lads, I grab the top sea Rest,
Each of you is a place steeped in the m Beet,
A man is a man of the pressers on the spinners,
Jack Patrick is dtornóig Pháid in the lime.

A rise above man and man giving orders,
A man on the scale and on the screen better,
A man capable of Connemara as I grab the top two,
Often in time inside the g Canteen,
Oh, now I have to stop because you are telling me,
'The time is getting short as it is last night'
Two would last Christmas Day, I would be happy,
The white boat would be my ticket, the devil is not the m Beet.

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