Your little bathlach tóstalach moved ,
Póitín is being served on his table ,
A request for party beer ,
To put them on the staraibh .

On coming home through Tuir Road ,
[ is ] being attended póitín he CHORD
[ For ] the cans fell on his ass in lic
who is the slope of ale .

Chorus :
San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
his ale as those with slope

To hit a tearful clapping black
and said : " I am so wound forever "
When a tin without it sinking ,
And not a drop in the home but buttermilk

To hit a lamentably then clapping ,
and said " I am a wound that never ,
I am visiting in charge now ,
Without fame , without a name , without a vessel .

Chorus
San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
Without fame , without a name , without a vessel .

[ For ] the sound was like music to asses
sediment is being consumed as phuins práisce ,
excitement at lame with pride to
They are not " the lift ? "

[ For ] Sheila was dirty as a chef [ ' cu ]
Ghleabaigh goat meat is being Rost ' a bit ,
She may find it decayed smell
from a skin said .

Chorus :
San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
For the group moved launched at early

Most did not have a horse or coach
But for marriage they fotharaige
Are going to Killarney .

To hit the road turned priest
For blessed are they wearing sly
" Go home and take a Rest
your house, horse stable "

In fact you should not be father
Do not accept is that with your smart advice
But Come along wall porch And we
Béarfaimid woodpecker is a lot for you.

Your anger hit 's a phluice appreciated
" Maybe not to you along wall or porch ,
But get your gcaille ' s your choice
pósfad men on the street are stomach "