Neansaí WalshNancy Walsh
English (machine translation)
And the young girl lives below the Great Gate
A gave my heart to have her love inside,
as his hair was colored as dead would live
is that I would prefer to drink it than in paradise;
and was cúilfhionn trilseach nice white color white sugar
are two eye was as accurate with hairne,
is that most children dtréigfinn woman, dear, if I ngluaisfeá
in hIorras or hUmhall O'Malley.
And she spoke I tláith, since it she said, 'Sweetheart white
Please be patient falls the night,
is that I go you for Spain is around County Clare,
is never ever fhillfead my mother.'
And two I would be on Mount O'Flynn or on top of the Welfare ATTENTION
where the first day we were stretched
a nice rear make sure that white, that we would drink our fill
By the woods out each day of the fair.
You'll be sure, the secret of my heart, if Could write it down
That meallfainn my desire without doubt
most would continue you three mountain, without grip, without drink or food,
would I know that you are in store for me;
But mi not the voice of God from you I lost my sense
Although I went from good, which locks ring,
is not no man ever born would be resilient arm
On my Nancy Walsh would not love her.
And léithéide my darling from not you see attached the roadway
Like a star in the music days of winter,
is that a point trilseach white nice was going down to the mouth of a shoe
is soilseach foilseach ring wrapped;
Not brightness preamble beautiful was color white sugar,
not bone dice are dancing program,
a brightness to it that my love-in foam or flood the beach
is not the swan is floating in Lough Erne.
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