English (machine translation)
Day I went down 'the beach
Removing bruidéirí pot,
Who happened to me in the beach
But Nic White Nansaí Giobarlaí.
I'm butter cow, a brother from,
not to attract blessed to receive it,
Permission stretching down her slender yellow back
and talk to talk to her word.
It is you, who Nansaí, I gave fansaí
As you were just caoimheamhail meek,
not the longer I that I am as you are talking,
my two hands pass resilient inflated.
One of the óigmhnaoi yellow gold,
is not that right with the sun appeared,
A white breast as the swan floating,
One to two top finger hand.
If I was last year as I was yesterday,
Choinneochainn my own mind,
I would not let my secret to no man under the sun
and I would always her own.
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