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Tá mo chroíse go tláithlag i lár mo chuid saothair,Tagann lántocht i mo chléibhse cé nár mhéin liom é a rá, Tá an díbirt i ndán dom ó bhánbheannaibh Éireann Is fánach mo shaolsa is is déarach mo chás, Is cuimhin liom an tráth úd a ghrá ghil na n-ae istigh, Thugas grá, searc is géilleadh do do chaomhroisc thar chách, A Rí Ghil na nÁrann, dob fhearr liom go n-éagfainn I láthair mo ghaolta is mo bhuachaillín bháin.
Tá críoch Inis Fáilbhe go lán fada i ndaorbhroid, Go cráite, go céasta, i ngéibheann na namhad, Nó an fíor nach foláir duit go brách a bheith go déarach, A oileáinín bhig mhaorga na naomh is na mbard, Ó, guímse go hard ar an Ard-Athair Naofa Chun ár is léirscrios a dhéanamh ar Sheán, Do dhíbir na táinte thar sáile ina gcéadta Is chuir fán orm féinig ó mo bhuachaillín bán.
My heart is so tláithlag in the middle of my work, comes lántocht in my chléibhse although humor I say, is the inevitable deportation me from bhánbheannaibh Ireland is trivial my life as a déarach my case, I remember at the time that true love of my heart, I did love, true love is surrender your chaomhroisc over all, King of nÁrann Whitechurch, I would prefer that éagfainn at my relatives and my white boy.
There ended Tell Failbhe that many long ndaorbhroid, In exasperation, that tortured, imprisoned the enemy, Or the real you must never be déarach, A an island small majesty of saint bardic, Oh, i extend high on the High Holy Father for our most devastation of John, Your riches banished abroad in their hundreds are totally alone contributed about me from my white boy.
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