I prepared a little spealadóir forth from 'Greece
I have my scythe hanging and whether her 'grass
When I set on a 'land of bfhearaibh woman takes it
I am confident that I would be home in time remove the grass

West in County Sligo 'my family is
My mum and my dad and my many friends all
Yellow gold brass is that they 's not any desire in them spráis
I marry the spealadóir it would 'grass

In the bottom of a 'home, the park is a long smooth
Not without tom bush without shelter but to address our a'tsaoil
A bit of pruning it's no more than I put it in land
I am confident that I would be home in time remove the grass

I Racaidh to Scotland 's I phillfidh not expire
I will 'of the home and I'll pressed sore
Guígí every night of your concern is' take the bed to you
My desire for me to be home in time remove the grass

A girls' s girls than pity you my story
Me 'forks over sea's without permission to return forever
Guígí every night of your concern is' take the bed to you
My desire for me to be at home 'in time darts remove the grass