Tráthnóinín little late
and my herd I being from the weather,
I loop the wood Cruagh,
and not gay was my journey,
was the cuckoo and the blackbird and thrush
On fast-as every note true,
and in each verse,
would he Ireland Kate Dwyer.

There liosacháinín grass green
I totally alone at the head of my house,
and there each morning sunshine
A maiden and her me 'the living,
books her for her Irish
And somewhat of English PRIEST
And up and top each verse
have Ireland has Kate O'Dwyer not.

A thousand color 'of clóicín
And Boots colored heather,
and dress of fashion it
such in question is a daughter of the King,
He told her,' Sit down, oígfhir,
That moment not dhéanfam delay ',
and that raghainnse again in youth
had he Fodla Kate Dwyer.

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