Oh, not with malice that I went to prison,
Míchliú sheep theft than women,
But whiskey braoinín was near my house,
Peelers is I came the day before.

Stipulated day I went down in prison
And I pity coffin is not extended programs,
I would thriobhlóid and concerns of this world,
We found there is only one death.

A S h ergeant Guairim, did not condition you from Christ,
Did not you been long extended a program coffin,
As you sent me a ticket to go in prison,
Where I thought I would not be forever.

Let your seachnaí infections you to the life you,
Deficiencies and inadequacies relative busts,
And is of dheabhail in hell and sill Crown
That was a time to cover your death.

Well, I would get there ounces Sambo my dinner,
And at nine o'clock no one stitch,
Braoinín milk grass color it was,
And that self was to receive the alms.

We were twenty grass out together,
And the turnkey was ahead in the field,
We did not have any model just like a sheep,
Who would go around the ngalra crooked.

Not strange ideas during three my mind was,
No worries on my family,
That is not the poor old woman that I had it all working,
She was crying two well be kinder there.

Trimming the whiskers in me with steel scissors,
Shaving is the amount of hair on my head was,
I dress up to suit petty,
Leathstoca black and the other white.

No man in the parish two back leithneacht thereof,
Two months there would not be bone narrow,
There is no good in folklore than to describe it,
But who is the prison and not go over there.

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