An páistín fionnThe blond grandchild
English (machine translation)
Love my heart my blond toddler,
A facet is a mind me laughing,
A boobs bright as the trees bloom,
and a swan pipes as of March.
You are my beloved, my beloved, my beloved,
You are my secret my true love,
You are my beloved and my society permanently,
He I think you ruin without thy mother.
My dear friend my blond toddler,
A burning cheeks as the trees bloom,
I'm safe on my toddler blond
Only when a health drink.
If I was in town to play is humor,
and I stretched between barrels full of ale,
my association with my hand and my hand under his head,
is then in ólfainn health.
I was nine my bed poor night,
I stretched the most I Deluge between two shrubs,
A club of my heart I think you,
and not meant to get a whistle or call you.
Tréigfead my family and my friends relationships,
and live tréigfead of all women,
not my mhathrán desert you, you, love of my heart,
that they may be extended in the coffin I program
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