In the old glen yonder she was always
Until the horns grew on her,
A year and a hundred and some days
Until age came heavily to her.
She was in a small pen in the fog ?
Until St John's Day ? came and she escaped
Down the road through the big gap
Until she was hotly pursued.
No-one was after her except young Donnchú
And she ate his lunch
He only had in his fist a ...
And he brought it down from the ...
When the white goat heard that she was ...
She leapt for freedom ?
She gave a race and she wasn't satisfied
And she knocked down the thorn ? of the tailor.
As smart as a seal that she took meat
Without peas or without much ...
But she ate sedge and the top of the heather
and small branches
and briars and green
Everything with the color of
Mountain, feast leaves,
She went the rent payment of Caiftin Spits?
And her heart that they would abandon her
She spent the night on little food
She spent the night at the bottom of Ros Coill
And she spent it happily
Until the crowd came early in the morning
And took her out from Ireland ?