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Agus chaith mé bliain ’s ráithe ’Mo ghabha ceártan i gCúige Laighean, Agus tuairisc mo ghrá ní bhfuair mé Nó go dtáinig mé ar m’ais arís, Tá an saol seo ar fad cráite Is ní áirím mo mhuintir fhéin Is ar an gcnoc úd thall atá m’áras Is ar an bPápa ní cheilfead é.
Agus soir atá mo tharraingt, Is nach fada uaimse grá mo chroí, Sí gile an chúilín phéacóg, In do dhiaidh-sa ní bheidh mé beo, Mar tharraing tú milleán mór orm Ach, a stóirín, is níor mhaith leat é, Is naoi n-uaire ab fhearr liom pósta leat Go mór ná bheith i bhflaithis Dé.
Agus tuige nach dtagann tú, a ghrá gheal, Is mé a fháil uaidh mo mhuintir fhéin? Nó tuige nach dtagann tú lá eicínt Is mé a fháil uaithi uilig go léir? Mara mbeidís sásta leis an gcás sin, Is é a fheiceáil réidh, Ó, déanaidh cónra chláir dhom Agus fágaidh mé go domhain i gcré.
Is diomú Rí na hAoine Don té a dhíbir mo ghrá i bhfad uaim, Níl goir agam a dhul ina gaobhar, Aon Dé hAoine ná go moch Dé Luain Dhá mbeadh sé ina stoirm thintrí Is an oíche bheith ag cur sneachta dubh, Is le mo ghrá is dhá bhfaighinn cead síneadh Is go mbeinn chomh haoibhinn leis an eala ar cuan.
And I spent a year and three months ' My blacksmith ceártan in Leinster, and reported my love I got Until I came m'ais again, life is tormented all this is not least my own family is on the hill yonder m'áras which is the Pope is not cheilfead.
And east is my drawing, is not far from me love my heart, She brightness locks Peacock, In your mother-in I will not live, as you pulled blame me great pleasure But, darling, that you do not want it, is nine married-off I'd prefer you Heavily be in heaven or God.
And wicker not reach you, a true love, is I get from my family own? Or wicker do not you come some day I am to get her all all? Marine would be happy with this situation, is to see smooth, From, déanaidh program coffin for me and I deeply fágaidh clay.
The diomú King Friday For those who banished my love far away, not hatching I go a gaobhar, any Friday or early Monday Two would be a storm of lightning is the night be snowing black, is my love obtain two extensions allowed is as pleasant to me to be the swan basin.
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