Bóithríní an Locháin

Lanes Pond
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Irish

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Not long to go the way I have a year and three quarters,
Remembering the maiden 'is on the side of the hill yonder,
trying to bring home with me as together as ghealghrá,
With that she would always beside me in Pond home.

Now come the summer shall I Saintfield women want,
is I got an account sharply, from, which side she is there,
will be drummer of excipients We as people dance from County Clare
And me and my stóirínse getting roads the Pond.

Last night's visit coming from me is turning me Kate,
sitting on a lonely hill and loud weeping,
I asked the two what was stuabhean torment,
and she replied that I worried, "Or you my darling? '

And now come the summer will be the calves in every valley,
will milk the cow ghamhnach that will cleabhair coming when milking,
will gliomadóir at tornáil going up Kiosk Bhrocháin,
And me and my stóirínse going roads Pond .

Today coming eclipsed me as I remember my love,
turns to me the young woman I spoke firmly,
asked the dtabharfainnse carefully she loved her
and I told her politely that I would not do that forever.

Is now coming summer will foghlaeirí in every quarter,
at events across the dtamhnacha between Roundstone is Knockmay,
will the multiple-making information for thrush in County Clare,
as will I and my stóirínse going roads pond.

Not long engaged the way I early and late,
is not long engaged the route I'm on every hill and valley,
Remembering the maiden as my ghealghrá,
and that girl from Cliff is, he name of Mary white.

And now come the summer growing duilliúirín each,
enter the sweet voice of the cuckoo is bright salmon each float,
will gliomadóir at tornáil in each basin back and forth,
is me and my stóirínse will go Pond roads.

Two dtéinnse back to England or back to America,
walk through every town looking at the place,
I would never have any affection for a woman would be in the islands
Or dtagainnse 'Connemara because my people are.

Is now coming summer we will all play comedy,
will end with John Redmond and John Yellow lapse,
will the boys the girls accompanied by music and songs
is me and my stóirínse will accompany Pond roads.

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