An Pháirc
The FieldIrish
English (machine translation)
Seal was park, the park would be beautiful
Beside my door permanently
The every new day is a new grown flower
Taking the green-sea to sleep
Up up the air the lark to soar
Ever sing of comfort for day
From morning till night come under the umbrella
I learned not only love dadaigh
Went every year without bhuaireadh in park
Gháireach is pleasantly bright youth
The pursuit of red bee collecting early
Each fly without worry
Hear the train whistling in the distance
Or she'll lose Deifrigh
O morning to come under the umbrella of the night
Sport and pleasure my heart
See the park
Where are the trees that flower?
And see the sky
Where is my chantóir's my love?
Seal was park, the park would be beautiful
Beside my door permanently
The every new day is a new grown flower
Taking the green-sea to sleep
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