Níl mé ar an mbaile seoI'm not the village
English (machine translation)
And I'm not the only town with a three-day week,
would the héanachaí illness cease not high,
the Irish Medical and leigheasfaidís my case
Let your red pearl Rosa as she laid my hand.
To Mary, what will I do or how I will live?
As the key is a preamble I find out forever,
all Ireland and spreading it to honor his two hands
and that the blouse of roses red by White Neilí cry about.
Dear Mary what will I do or how I will live?
God true what will I do after my darling from?
Marine that we just look at each other was going the road,
would say young girls of the town, 'It s self and large. '
And if I met a young priest ministéar or author,
lump of a boy or a sale thereof thoughtful young boy,
not my baby I note or anything like it,
That you left me dead that I will curse to expire.
And you remember the nights ago we were in cocaine grass?
Not anyone was going between us, but myself and you own,
the words were appetites between us and chat bright your mouth,
Have your advice myself by you that will I about God's grace.
Two have heel-top 's the shoes and just be on the bases,
I would go every Sunday night where would my desire,
as eye and not dtóigfí youth me than anything like it,
would my dear one stools and soon I during the night.
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