Scríobhfainn would read books is a medium sweet flavor though,
is that I would réabfadh Irish plow the green ridge,
I would make my darling house of substance to coax her turn,
But my thréithre man could not or elope with a woman.

Is not biography I never die or that I have in me luck,
That cow our sheep and my desire for the town yon opposite,
is a young woman in this country taking between us every second day,
But not biography she she will never die and I cry my love.

Is I'm awake since the moon arose last night
Putting down the fire my desire for an extension if I personally,
as Mary and Christ, not stricken recited my story,
The cocks are crowing Renvyle is asleep but myself.

As they both say that you Saleen calm in shoes,
as they both say that you Her mouth south sweet the bpóg,
They are both saying, O my love, gave you me back,
But not biography with the grace if any man I you another.

I die is to love your version of your eyes,
is the death of a loved gheobhad two also both are about,
Gheobhad by death if any other man I find you
is a pleasant rear spotless, my torment if you cheilimse.

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