An carabhat

The tie
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Irish

English (machine translation)

The long sound moving between us
Predicting to sparaine program O'Neill,
from the towns of rural bank of the sea
Uamhan and fear our on Highlanders;
A schism too big in the bay near us,
the Church concern once the masses
At eye drops in your interests to advise Evening!
I am truly my bed or my story.

A boys the heart than so be angry with me,
Díbhse if spreagaimse my either oral,
takes sigh my heart when I see a follow ye
Law of the Church's most beautiful tresses;
But going to folly making detriment of your their soul
Like a blind without sight mearathal
I undertake Evening! your enemies are joking fúibh
I am truly my bed or my story.

Instruct the clergy by the Church
the way as consider the best to God,
and not going to the fair with a flashing angrily
Intense under army to shoot the bullets;
not the poor the story to read at Gallachoin
That are Family Gaels are making the confrontation
at betrayed each other about all seanacheirt element Vest and white tie abandoned.

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