Below in the valley center yesterday evening,
and the tears in their bright dew lying on top of the grass,
Sea turns to me the most beautiful maiden is individual face,
She is my initiative launched 'un distractions last evening.

And God, our art was going down the glen last night
Stealing through the tax and silence in the sky,
ORU, the secret of my heart, not sweet our play heart and short,
a glorious King brightness, bring back last night.

For chiabhfholt Frasach ring, for white Mali ', for dhéad,
your beautiful chaolchoim Ornamental and voice cry' your mouth,
your submission as the swan plumage, your eye as the morning star,
From sorrows that we ply separation last evening.

And, God, our art was going down the glen last night
Stealing through the tax and silence in the sky,
ORU, the secret of my heart, not sweet our play heart and short,
Oh, King the bright glory, bring back last night.

If I got permission to return and speak to the love of my heart,
Or if I took the victory on the fate, char would I care about life,
walk with you through cotton, milled through the edge of the sea,
And God district lose if, that I could kiss your mouth.

And God, our art was going down the glen last night
Stealing through the tax and silence in the sky,
ORU, the secret of my heart, not sweet our play heart and short,
Oh, King bright glory, bring back last night.

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