English (machine translation)
If I get health and many will comment
on the amount drowned from Annaghdown,
and my thruaigh tomorrow every father and mother
Woman child dripping eyes,
King of grace thought heaven and paradise,
considerable importance to us two or three
But as fine day with no wind or rain,
and many of the boats have a sweeping run.
Needing the surprised faces of those
them 'see extended to rear their heads,
screaming is crying scanródh people,
the hair being combed, as the spoils shared,
were young boys at coming autumn
Two extension chróchar and two given that cell
and that a device had two dtórramh marriage,
and God of glory, not a shame.
Yes there Friday hear the crying,
keeping thee sides and the clapping,
a lot overnight, heavy tired, exhausted,
Without fog to resort to physical stretching,
God as a sacrifice fhuiling Chríosta that,
A truly bought the poor is the naked,
that you retain sacred paradise for you
All creatures of our fallen under the lesion.
Scald wildfire and chest
on the place died, and blamed hard,
as many creature left at géarghol
Flowing lamenting that every Monday morning,
not harm guidance information are being sent
But luck was great in Newcastle
He drowned finishing the songs that much,
left dóláis material at Annaghdown.
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