Not for weaver or tailor,
A accords ever loved or enjoyment,
But your boyfriend breast ghléigil,
He would humor me to my next,
I do not care what says anyone,
is not my sweetheart says that dadamh,
and if it my mother who is after me,
Light of God not fheice her soul.

Orphaned stray I,
No mother without a father,
as if my secret in store for me,
I would not be a statue,
not anyone on this world,
'would by my model,
is to be anxious to make do,
not going at all in the heavens.

Is meant, I do not leave id followed,
Because cattle or land,
as that would be brief port of turf,
At birth you cow spring day,
Or young girl b'fhearra south thee,
To welcome him home,
not Fodla Programme wealth,
is married with cailligh.

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