There crainnín individual who has limbs
A spread géarsioc most northerly wind
Growing directionally since I do not know,
beautiful cute, is not to lie, is permanent;
A bird partial arm a bharrsan
is a welcoming speaking sincerely,
féineach is stressing me lying beside
my gay little house in the valley below.

I am aware is running stream musically
for their past mhórchnoic slope,
A port is being fhoilliú green grass together,
and being without a bráighe bhaochas to harbor
is the waterfall at géimní there, the trout jump there,
a bee by the desire to work with domestic,
I am my own fireside listening
in my gay little house in the valley below.

From sunrise she goes west,
has for that séimhgheal on m'áras own,
is she loving my lime alleys
is léirghlan m'fhuinneog midday;
nice, not to lie to you, it comes twice
is at she collected over the waves that country.
There is also a cozy venue neat lives
With my gay little house in the valley below.

Not ask for happiness, not ask for freedom,
not ask never a castle than a court,
not information from me on gold than on nobility,
not on bhóiceáil proud providing reputation;
My lean without anyone's description festival,
not from me at all because the country
but my single chrainnín, my arteries a little bird
is gay my little house in the valley below.

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