We moved to the mBiollaí winter day,
is the crucial point was that we faced,
the gale began blowing,
is the sea rising significantly.

Red Mick was on the teasrach lamenting ',
does not Dooega forever,
would discriminate against women and children,
are constantly flowing tears.

Then Eoin Piotáin spoke wisely,
'Make my advice yet,
Leagaigí west of the Stars,
and I guarantee we will not engage.

'The Black buffers coming our line,
and top Protect Dunmore,
and soul of my soul that we risk,
In cracking every handful coming.'

Johnny was the Crapógaí Tall,
fact and many heart broken,
I look at the men like 'two drowning,
is not beyond his rescue them.

Or that he saw them coming in mblacadh,
As the mist swallows would see it,
and they did not stick for the content,
or that they hit top Dunmore.

If you require this boat owner,
will receive information you my story,
six master Denis McCarthy,
the best pilot on Bray Harbour.

The Búrcach by the boat,
the best báidín the bay,
on the Ship Rock to win it,
is the bairneach she reached the bottom.

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