A delicate sweet Bidín garden beyond the fence,
grows apples on existing masts extracted twice a year,
is the honey weight roses in every quarter two I go,
is the brown sugar shaker at mblaiseann Bideog of food.

Is a tiny friend, understand it 's no fun,
Oops, I thought you attract quiet sweet talk my mouth,
Oops, my heart gave affection to thee, on the contrary do not refuse me,
is that a severe my fond of you than girls nice lifetime.

Sweetest kiss tiny than the waters of Lough Erne all,
not the class of wheat is rolling out fresh-honey bee,
has submitted her brighter than the swan lying in the nest,
is that your rose-mouth honey attracted you hundreds of man.

Galway is to go until I buy apple garden,
and fleet on the seas for be doing sports,
On fhilliúint Sligo and prompt me to get a fair extent,
is to swear under way mblaisfead gcónód kiss my dear.

As if I was empty, of my word, it was a story,
is a nice woman liachtaí gave enjoyment to voice my mouth,
Two would be adding frost, snow taking in every part of the sky,
But thou be in m 'beside that not all feel the sorrow.

A Thomas Bride praise from, I recommend you to the,
With brightness, a witness, a deiseacht beauty beauty,
your pretty locks Borrer is woven like strands of gold,
is the person without sight it would burn lights.

As only Son of Mary by the holly through the grass growing,
not pity Mary and I lose the arm with love,
If it is our destiny that we can get together,
whether you're in a candle that I will m'fhéileacán.

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