Autumn morning and my journey to Fóchoill,
Who arise whilst traveling in the roadway me but, my heart,
was direct in her hair than the rose in the garden,
and melodious Her mouth than the music from her,
I took interest in the young girl pretty,
and for I asked, my heart kiss
He told her, 'Stop that or tore my cloak
Without indicating the business woman of the house.'

'My hand I'm not married,
and that a young man who loved your wife,
and both come with me to summit Fhóchoill,
That would give way to you as would a housewife,
I would need silk of fashion Grass,
Shantóinn cloak and caipisín,
or that they would think that you of Country Youth
When you went back to Fóchoill or the house. '

Turning her mother coming in the road I
Without Fibre saddened her that her hair to wind,
was money our wedding in her pocket,
and a house by the drink she gave me,
She gave me advice to daughter to marry
With young priest was not much in the country,
I let it past me with musical ailleog
And back Fóchoill ever till i s.

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