In forge Mhicil usual yours
That trimmed cimilte mounting,
night falling, my phíp engine
And I m sitting by stomach blowing,
are berries red robust bounce
'The dtréadaí ashen burned,
And sárfhear playing driving energy
in forge Mhicil of Hora.

No fence barrchrith, foremost of pitches,
not rumor designed in the district,
not have been pouring with language fluency
is treacherous suíomhaint it stupid,
There comes a desire to blather
the best mind in the parish -
Mhuise preferably someone be days gcuileachta
In forge Mhicil of Hora.

From Toe Furze to Toe Route
And id sight top Croghan south
Every mule is a horse Baunree donkeys -
there known to come to the forge.
There rámhainne bright and sleáin Dear
weeders that spranganna cute
Very happy sweet shade the door
In forge Mhicil of Hora.

Tomás Grand is John the Donkeys
With two types seanrud elderly there,
Mártan bitter the Sow ashen
a ring insidious urgently,
Iarnaí truck from Liam Ghlugair
a stave from Dhonncha the Coat -
Mhuise chráfadh some friars Melleray
In forge Mhicil of Hora .

Dear heart is Micil on the fire
In merry curious talkative,
I love my friend strongly fast
is handling hamar faith,
if the tide goes out glass at the heels of the fire
is the love of chuileachta nestled it -
The death id closest ever not thige
a forge Mhicil of Hora.

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