You promised you were lying to me and I,
That you add to my chrannaibh shipping gold silver,
Two home twelve of market towns,
is bright Lathe court on each side of the sea.

They say that I have tarrantach me,
is that my sweetheart back home in me,
not the height of the mast would be in the middle of the ocean
not the heart of a young woman and a young man she loved.

They say to me that I have dolba bold,
That I am flirting with pretty white girl,
A Aonmhic Mary King's grace is,
How would it be for me after my fiancée.

They say I do not do some of my property,
they say I do not have any sort of I,
did they lie more than I said,
is my darling sale of bhuaibh on my hill.

You promised not to me could not,
So you add fish skin gloves of me
That you add gold ring on each finger me,
and heavy dresses of plumage of birds me.

You promised me a lie about you and me,
That would bore me a sheep,
I made ??a thousand scream you scream,
But I did not I but the lambs méiligh.

Gave you that you were behind me,
were you the moon is the sun bright sun,
you reach the heart was in my chest inside me,
Gus is too m'eagla God that you have me 'S.

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