Love my soul my blond toddler
Whose heart to mind me laughing
A bright breasts as flower tree
Swan is a pipe as of March

chorus:
You are my beloved, my beloved, my secret
You are my beloved and my beloved
You are my secret my club permanently
He is my heartache I without you from your mother

My dear friend, my blond toddler
To do both cheeks burning as the bushes bloom
I am free of my blond toddler
Except that in a health Olas

If I was at home with a comedy play
Or between two barrels full of ale
My darling in my hand I'm near to one faoi'n
Not merry for health ólfainn

I spent nine nights at convincing poor
Digests stretched between two thor
A club of my heart, as I think you
Faighinnse is not a whistle or call thu

Tréigfead my family and my friends relationship
Tréigfead lasts all women
But not desert you, my 'survival thu, dear my heart
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