Far from home in your own aithneochainn away,
Your yellow flowing fresh light on a clean hat,
was honey taste mouth all morning on my secrets,
Previous November undoubtedly myself will watch homesickness.

I received a gift from my sweetheart and kiss in the night,
A is live in Ireland they cure my sorrow, sad,
I'm ready for you or me that narrow path,
and that bhfásaidh the green grass and the nettles through my heart.

His eyes greenest highly than the reed canary grass where freshness flower,
not as a gcaoinfinn relentless if I hear your distribute,
grasses Ireland and to be exact it of any hill one,
A love, both bhféadainn as you I would hand.

Not many young girl more drastic and unwise marriage,
Without cattle in spring, turf than numbers,
Without a threabhfadh seisreach the ground than a pinch of seed,
But baby at deasláimh as roofless shed

I give advice to the women young if they would from me,
Without drinking with the men of younger than creidbheáil a way,
are not they leofa but dhoirteofaí the water from the sun
King of Glory, give advice my interest myself

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