Caitlín TriallKathleen Triall
English (machine translation)
Fair or not both are in the market place,
not that she'd see Cití selling her yarn '
Oru, bhuailfinn scairtfinn into her and the program,
is that the soul Kitty, I wait a day.
No cow, calf there, not white sheep,
from the shore of Lake Charbhaith to blunt the White Mountain,
I would not give for Kitty on any single kiss,
is to cure the arraing coming through in my middle.
Oh, you promised and you promised me a double,
not otherwise now would carry me forever,
Or I saw a man Cití another drink,
I back a mug of ale tom dreasóg a fist.
If you saw is Cití out on the hill,
was the darling than any swan if you ever saw,
ORU, she spread the dew is not she would push the grass
is greener than expected two of raspberry flower.
Sorrow as I saw red or brown,
He is my sadness as I saw the waves shore,
And God, as I kissed Her mouth willingly,
and that the society Kitty, I do solution.
It is unfortunate because I saw ink ever,
Or I read that letter either deer,
She drove Cití be activated as my sense,
is that I left behind her sighs heavily.
But past ligfimid but that does not account,
I wish to mention the curly Kitty,
She's plant is accomplished person chanting,
A model I did not south or north.
Oh, little boy I love gourmet year,
and I'd rather my wife or I have ever seen,
ORU, I let the boys the company from me,
Or I was' Go to the home with Kathleen.
No tointe on my chest I did not let the wind,
is if I leave home I phillfidh not forever,
is to my mind melancholy miss my sense is,
is not so heavy on your soul, to Fergus Triall.
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