An táilliúir drúisiúil

The tailor drúisiúil
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Irish

English (machine translation)

Oops, thought that torture the Aonmac Mary on the tree,
and that be characterized sins Shelbourne Hebrews'
without falsehood that born us there,
will curse the saints in after deviating we cam,
and bowed future for clergy
's not Drop the heavens with joy .

A person without attention,
not to mention with me a week or on Monday,
Oh, think that perverse
that's dangerous is sin of lust ',
will you disgraced and it'll by you as a prize,
is unfortunate Lady story,
not your solution woman the red men.

When enters Day Mountain,
will be the story of two raised,
in light of the King
is the blood lines on his cheek,
will force the delict two deportation to hell north,
and to tailor the wind,
most expensive paid by you woman from the red men.

Will your scissors and your measuring tape
and every fiber Dhar you drew ever,
In your presence, gold ',
that day pulled the mountain;
will curse territory Available on your heel is not fheice you God,
You gave Brigid of two children
is d you left them about east and west.

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