Same tune as Preab san Ól.

Same tune as Preab san Ól.

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Irish

English (machine translation)

Axial morning for programming hunger
I watched my hand and smiled
On the Old Sean in the Goldsmiths
It was very weak now for a year
On the side of a beautiful girl chonac Sul
It's chilling with snails

She was singing
Drink to drink
Drink to drink
Drink me to ding

Here I went with a bustling crack
'For sharp words that are thick in my mouth
But the clay fell from a spell I was in her hands
In the stream it was run by a pile
Be glad for you as a man
The words are thick and bold

But she continued to accept
Drink to drink
Drink to drink
Drink me to ding

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