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Aréir ag teacht ó chuairt dom sea chonaic mé an bhó bhán, Í ina suí ar chnocán uaigneach is bean uasal dhá bleán, Ó, theann mé léi go stuama nó gur thóg mé uaithi an bhuarach, Ach thug sí léim mhaith chrua uaim nó go ndeachaigh sí san aill.
Ag ionsaí amach thrí Mhalbay dhom go hard i mBun na gCnoc, Cé a d’fheicfinnse ach Seán Táilliúr is an bhó bhán aige ar a chruit, Bhí an bhuarach i leathláimh leis is a hata lán de strácaí, Is gur i mbeairic Uachtar Aird a bhí stábla aige di.
Níor mhór do mo bhó bhánsa trí Oileáin Árann uileag fúithi féin, An Ros Beag agus an Máimín agus gleannta Mhám Éan, Thart timpeall Uachtar Aird agus Chois Fharraige a bhí i ndán di, Ach is i bhfeilm Sheáin ab fhearr léi ó is ann a gheobhadh sí an féar.
Is cuiridh scéala siar ag Féilim gur éalaigh mo bhó bhán, Is faighigí cuntas géar uaidh cén taobh a mbíonn sí ann, Má tá sí i gCnoc na Léime nó i Leitir Móir ar féarach, Ní fheicfidh mé go héag í, is í mo sheanbhó bhán.
Agus thiar i gCora Fíodhnla a chaith mise an oíche aréir, Ó, chruinnigh an slua i mo thimpeall ann is nárbh iontach é go léir, Bhí cóistí clanna rí ann, bhí veidhlíní mná sí ann, Bhí tuamaí daoine saolta ann is níor bhaolach dhom iad fhéin.
Cuiridh scéala suas ag Bháitéar na páipéir a léamh, Thart timpeall Choill Sáile nó náireoidh sí an saol, Mar d’ith sí an chíor is an carla, na meánna is an inneoin cheártan Ach anois ó tá sí básaithe i ngan fhios don tsaol.
Is bhí mé lá ag iascach ar charraig i nGrua Mhóir, Cé a d’fheicfinn ag gabháil tharam ann ach Fionnbhearra ina bhád seoil, Ó, shuigh muid síos ar charraig ann gur thosaigh an bheirt ag margáil Agus céad go leith sea a thairg sé is bhí an t-airgead ina láimh.
Is ag gabháil siar le Cnoc na Sí di bhí an fharraige an-ard, Í ag léimneach dhá buíochas is chaon ghéim aici sa snámh, Is siar thar Chnoc an tSoilse sea lig sí an ghéim ab airde Is bhí Banríon na hAille Eidhneach á driveáil go Cnoc Meá.
Last night coming from visiting me yes I saw the cow white, sitting on a hill lonely a lady two milking, Oh, I go to her prudently or that I took her the bhuarach, But she had jumped like hard I or went she in cliff.
Mhalbay attacked me out three high in the Mount Programme, Who fheicfinnse but John Tailor is the white cow on a harp, was the bhuarach in one hand with a hat full of strácaí, is that in a barracks Oughterard he was her stable.
Would need my cow bhánsa three Aran Islands uileag herself, Ross Little and Máimín and valleys Maam Bird, Around Oughterard and Connemara Coast was Fate, But in bhfeilm John preferred her from there to receive she grass.
The invitation news to by Felim escaped my cow white, is faighigí account urgently what side she is there, if it is in Hill Loop or in Lettermore grazing, I'll never to expire it, it is my sheanbhó white .
And west in Carrick Fíodhnla spent yours last night, Oh, raised the crowd around me there is not perfect all had coaches families king there were violins woman from there, were the tombs of people lives there is not dangerous for me are self.
Walter invitation by news up the paper to read, Around Wood náireoidh Sea or her life, as she ate the comb is the Carla, the scales are the anvil cheártan But now she is dead unknown to the world.
I had a day fishing on a rock in nGrua Great, Who would see attached Fionnbhearra past me but a sailing boat, Oh, we sat down on a rock there that the two bargaining began and the first half he offered sea the money was in his hand.
Is going west to Hill She her the sea was very high, S jumping two like most chaon game which her ??swimming, is back over Hill tSoilse yes she let the game which was higher as was Queen Cliff Inagh being drive wishes that Knockmay.
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