English (machine translation)
The river valley of the cam in Offaly Laoghaire yes I become,
As goes the deer at night to síorchodladh sole,
Reflecting turn me fhéinig, making my thoughts,
Listening in the woods with binnghuth of eon,
when heard of the battle at resilient is the voice of horse coming to sians,
with the sound of the weapons to the mountain trembled, I is not melodious voice.
flung that could namhadmhar as chonaibh guard of poison
is the thought of my heart without guidance dh'fhágadar sárfhir .
There remained a man, woman or child in the premises of the countries
the cheers appetites that have had tens of thousands wail,
looking at the guard strongly 'the surroundings,
At shooting filling is released towards,
the cry had spread far in Far, each prince said he did not like the approach,
'Gluaisigí fast, the battle is two servings, that let us' the union.'
flung the sárfhir, Gael families wish joy,
is the Páinthigh drove to fánaidh to sail.
Soon we came strong hand 'not around,
For by spreading our people maoilinn under mist,
was the Tow' the bhumbháille them, Barnet and Beecher,
Hedges as Sweet as the thousands of others who,
King of Miracles that laid without reputations without without success rate without fortune,
in rapid fires among the devil without relief forever!
First glorified Jesus have been sold for the pursued,
But to make fun of as being dh'insint of luxury.
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