Brídín marry is polite,
Without a coat, shoes or shirt,
and, my heart, two could,
That you dtroiscfinn nine days,
Without food without drink without any
on the island in Lough Erne,
To me and you being together,
with that we prepare our case.

Your cheeks the color of rowan,
A chuaichín top of the mountain,
to promise do not falsely
But success before the day,
and despite legal clergy
me to have regard you as a spouse,
is God not right this news,
Person escape his love .

Is almost stopped my heart with sorrow
is frightened me nine times,
that morning I heard
You did not me to be found,
And liachtaí day about shuairceas
I spent as you loneliness,
Without any one of any of our covered
But the jug is is on the program.

Two obtain your report,
two dtéiteá Reek to bottom,
from the story could very hard on me
Or would continue my love,
and I prefer you stretched up
on a bed of heather or rushes,
Do not listen to the cuckoos
A held every morning is always fine.

It m'osna material and m'éagaoin
Every morning I rise early in their,
A back of the loop and the bpéarla
Not you had in store for me,
and not you ask as fhéirín
But as I have you along,
Instead hÉag lifelong, eternal in isolation
With that you would set my hand.

Sheinfinn music on strings
sweetly to the top of my fingers,
Thréigfinn Irish women need
is you would continue swimming,
and two I'd be my king of Ireland
Or 'my prince hundreds,
That would give up so much
For the breast pearl white.

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