Seachrán Chearbhaill

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Irish

English (machine translation)

Song
Ah fine day we went to look at the queen women
B'iúd young maiden is well-míngeal cod is the love,
was her cheeks ablaze as plotted by the lime blossom,
is a slender-waist with swans that she searcfainn every moment of it.

Peter says, she who is real if to say,
Rose-mouth is a honey caiseal caoingheal bone,
A-mode white waist-snow by the thousands to death,
seen by us is seeing the sea we looked not say this.

Lost

It bhreathnaíos not own the hem, as I think my words are as bhearraim my spirit: his greed dtugainnse of love or constant depth of love that death or mionamhail drops of my body despite me my skin.

Song

Ah on arraingeacha agallta pains me or death,
as I have for my shocked by the arraing 'is accompanied by three more middle,
I'd spent a long time that I would look at mínchnis love
not being coaxed that morning while foolish me, léithéide say.

Lost

Dhomsa bhaoisiúla léithéide not to say neither of Fionn Mac Cool, Art Son, O Son Thréanmhóir Bhaoiscne, went cliff jumping by measuring the brick win was the son Éadghaoith Fascia Peak, son .so, where the first ship came the first warrior ever to Ireland.

Song

Give story from me to her and tell her that side of her I am,
That another woman yon long for my adherence to love,
With many world brown in each nozzle of its lock-maid love
Or are you asleep or the mind of you m'fhorscéal get.

Lost

On and on it forscéal those who were there not three bodachaí was Cairbre Mac McKee, a way to their first turf in late winter and spring, without any of them stick of timber. They went on Carbery forest permit. This brought them. They took with them their three axes behind thin mouth-very thick. Quickly forgot, they gave them the fast month, broke the joists and pretended the oars with the flow.

Song

was the young maiden of finely-shaped white,
Playing the game skillfully down hand,
had pens in the stick her two leithphínn another addition to the program,
Refusing any game from the night or that halted the day,
women of the whole universe is on whether the program m'aon side,
you'd think my choice, if you want m'fháil.

Lost

My father and my mother's hand like the lucky she'm not.

Song

Bímse day in m'easpag in Cashel is in everyone ages,
as king of all trickery I am every day,
Another fine day without my phíce I just in my hand
from the sin of chathaithe wearing! dies on my program.

Lost

There was little reason for the pair dhomsa chatheamh yon, but I play bad and win. Tucar sheasair win gold táipléis set. Day two is the self I was playing rósbhéalach indent red phone game, had three of the harbor, three door. Misfortunate crew met the people in the house. Said closing the door. Measure the trick played against me. If I ever then not request a stick.

Song
is back ford disaster that I happened to land without swimming,
Man Tuai can sing short-sleeve south of poem,
attacked another pair Shannon Limerick previous three wandering,
is not very sharp pity that person in a hearse yesterday was alive and well.

Lost

Hibill-heabaill, nag, a bald bishop and call him.

Song
Bímse day little else that curse from Pope after me,
Under my wife and my child and my nurse be able to answer them poetically,
swear that field calm that approximates twice a Moneen grouse
is a demon that lake without any river accompany her down,
is this a shodar ram is living there under,
is often not without bitterly happiness came to an inch through him.

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