English (machine translation)
Most days I spent my youth below on the beach,
In the valley delightful bright and airy as a former poultry bringing music to love,
on my side was the sea extensive shining lights of the day,
is the sléibhtibh becoming up like a bright hand guards from God.
And when the night falls and the duration of bright cheerful as queen high,
From Mount Brandon to the Fheirtéaraigh Castle and doing shadow lights,
On the lonely road alone composing verse bhínnse yes,
Im sitting on green bhinsín manly and I listen to the voice of the waves.
That love being on top of Mount Fhiolair is without fiolar seen there,
Or stretched on the wind my heart to be stirring with comedy,
Going out in naomhóg evening by swinging over a consequence of the waves,
is the miontonnaíocha at most of us cogarnaigh hólaithe slipping away.
Other parts of Ireland are fine but large capacity,
Leane and an island and the Erne rómholta branches in history,
But I'd prefer to have a look at Márthain up among the giant,
on a hill and heather Leataoibh green to spent my life in the valley.
My sound is delightful to the Maam Valley, never I will be your memory,
from as yet n'fheadarsa what 'is in there for me, I do not know it was fortunate or the sadness,
But whether or not my bright even in, whether poor or rich my life,
my heart and my memory strongly among my own people.
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