Had a cow or two, my darling,
not as nice as sheolfainn them,
I loved where both seolfainn are
not out at Lake Parade,
As there I saw the young woman
Forever forever broke my heart,
and if I find her marriage,
shall not I live month.

And darling, do not concern you,
That a sorrow or heartache,
not made ??any concern thee
But air and sporting life,
If I have the gold thanks
locked in gcomhraí King,
Oops, a dhuitse own it would give
as you manly blond girl.

And I pity without little bird
and feather on each color,
Oh, thrust across regions
On my description pretty girl,
As much nicer than Venus
and not with women about life
and says, no matter what my people and me
is I phósfar her.

And not without a pity I in England
and I yarn merchant,
My Sweetheart be near me
and I soon became the day,
as she would pay the reicneáil
And ólfainnse sweetly,
and not part of the sea snámhfainn large
With my manly blond girl.

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