It is unfortunate that I have in England and no one in Ireland I,
not being out in the middle of the sea where the loss of thousands of ships,
the big wind is the rain have 'my address from wave to wave
and King, to sail I you where my love is lying.

It is unfortunate that I have small m'éan I am getting back in the woods,
my sister dhíleas be near me and I was not the day longer than the years,
But I have been doing Though the beer is a 'but side of way,
and King, the disease is not exhausted any man be in love again.

Spleoid on the bed, not liquor than the depression,
not exhausted and I left it near the lady yonder,
So I got maid on my bed, because I was sick sick weak
She left and was she sang escaped whenever I see a day.

By lying to me on my bed seven weeks last night,
Dream I made ??that declaration that broke it I,
as Brigid rear chlannaigh is another man gray me on the way,
between that and the morning went arraing through the middle of my heart.

Was replica my darling attacked the malacha west,
had two eyes blue green it was right that ever went into a woman,
I bought a bottle róidín myself and for my dearest,
is to more grief to me tears cha goes on Her mouth it .

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