English (machine translation)
Not pity you the lovely young man
on went from store to heart,
Disappearing through the hills where there is fog,
and torch too big of a heart,
But would sit up on board
Near treasure of his heart,
would give it half a dozen kiss
Don maiden to activated heart.
In a small town I heard the music
sweeter than ceoltaí she,
That sílfeá a deceased
A was washed under a program in it,
But rannaigí between both the cases
As one I happened there,
Have a matter of you both
and rannaigí self the family .
Almost a meeting by Eoghan
Ó he married that he took home,
Five guineas twenty 'the day that he put in his pocket turn,
not matter Eoghan gold either a barley green,
and on Iseabál on, she was the gold with a rhyme,
is goodbye forever-poor a coat gray round,
challenge everyone alive
and became the breed was right.
The public must not be left
Every woman loves behind,
With brightness, the right is a breáthacht
More beautiful than a flower 'of the branches,
was very nice neck and before it,
was very nice to scarftha yellow,
Chan as that anyway the young girls,
BIOS drawn through the middle of the house.
Had to know your father, John,
Thank you for the tsnámh last night,
for you to enjoy a boat would
And she delighted a good team,
But the home pill if wishes,
is you get the exact poems,
Five pounds of white money
and allow sleep to love your heart.
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