Condae Mhaigh Eo

County Mayo
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Irish

English (machine translation)

On this ship, to Paddy Lynch, is making grief do I become,
at osnaíl in the night by síorghol a day,
But now blinded my mind, I am far from my family,
According to my word, like a chaoinfinnse Counties Mayo.

I subscribe Sergeant going street of the town,
as I thought to be a fine thing for me when I was young poor,
Oh, he gave me a card and a glass sword guard with me,
is said to prefer I is not yet in Ireland.

The death of my mother but I'd pretty well,
would be a bottle in each hand to me, I am in the company of young women,
But without the constant drinking of cards, the law is being róláidir,
not in Santa Cruz would remain my bones under ground.

Caoile Quarter Hill is entertaining enough,
is most grouse roosters there, are constantly playing music,
are blackberries on the branches and soft yellow apples there,
is there géimneach cow calf to come to the festival Mary Major.

A twenty pound me out in County Mayo,
is I will not ever pay them if not forever,
For fear of being caught behind me that because of debt taken me,
is that iron bolt bhfáiscfí me my shoe laces.

Let your Reek Hill visit Great River,
that will one luachrainn Timmons at herding the cows,
that opening the weirs are Bheanna Twelve forehead,
But my grief will not leave you forever, to County Mayo.

That is the true companion, I have greatly exhausted,
would that you could be in inseoinn two thirds of my grief,
But since you first to chífeas living of my people,
Oh, give you my blessing back to County Mayo .

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