And, Neilí White, not I love you,
You are caraidín my heart,
Let my right hand over your submission,
Or not last I live month,
is shnámhfainnse Sr. You
are Shannon great beyond,
As you gave the top you yon day
in Loughrea.

Two had me Portumna
and Loughrea,
a Limerick unaccounted for,
a large town of Dublin,
not your family own a thabharfainnse
The semi major and two-thirds,
With eyes that I would be doing matchmaking them,
day long year.

Not chainteoinn on my horse,
on the saddle or on the bridle,
not on the páirceannaí fine green yon,
A bustle we contain a debt,
not affected by boat
from England abroad a month,
is not traffic we day yon
Of Town Loughrea.

Give my bheannachtsa to Connacht back
As there was humor,
and to you, a valentine,
Not I see forever.
It is the quiet chat before between us,
was going west over the gcnocán,
But came the Shannon great between us,
is lot up to the edge.

Is sadly I lost not
Out of the mountain,
where there might be my bones
docking bpiocadh the raven,
Sul if you fell in love,
A bhruinneall the ngealchíoch,
But prefer your mother
If I ever see her.

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