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’Gus cibé fear in Éirinn a rinne na pabhsaetha gléigeal’, Nár dheas an féirín é ag teacht don chaisleán, Ach déanfaidh muid teach iascaigh, beidh see-saw lena thaobh sin, Beidh comhluadar dhúinn fhéin againn, agus spré ag fear le fáil.
Nuair a thiocfas an samhradh gléigeal ’s bheas muid sna Sinn Féiners, Siúlfaidh muid na réigiúin ’s as sin go tír anonn, Nó go bhfeice muid De Valera sa mbaile lena ghaolta, Go n-aithneoidh sé ar chlár m’éadain gur cuide mé é dá dhream.
Agus shiúil mé amach go Malbay idir Gaillimh agus Cionn tSáile, Trí oileán Árann ’s ar m’ais abhaile aríst, Ó, ní fhaca mé sna pláinéid triúr fear ar bith ba bhreátha, Ná a bhí thall i gCondae an Chláir againn de mhuintir De Valer’.
Ó, bhí Garumna an-dána, Leitir Móir ’s an Máimín, Go ndíbreoidís thar sáile, na saighdiúir is na gardaí, Mac Stanton an fear ab fhearr ann, Mac Dara a bhí sa Máimín, Murach an sagart a ndeachaigh an báinín air, bhí istigh againn i dTír an Fhia.
Maidir le muintir na Trá Báine níl scil acu sna páipéir, Ach ag imeacht ar a sála is ag stepáil ar bhóithrí, Nuair a fheiceann siad an garda bíonn siad uilig ag gáirí, An ceaintín is an clár acu ag faire ar an mbraon.
Muise an cuimhneach leat an lá siúd a raibh muid ins an mbáidín, Bhí an ceaigín ina ceann againn is muid ag déanamh grinn, Bhí Tom Nóra againn mar bhádoír ’s Connolly ar garda, Gur goideadh an ceaig ó Mháirtín ’s é ag imeacht ag gabháil fhoinn.
And such a man in Ireland who made ??the shining pabhsaetha ', was nice the treat is coming to the castle, But we shall fisheries house, will see-saw with that side, shall we own for us companionship, and for a man to spread.
When the summer comes we will be shining and the Sinn Féiners, hike the regions and countries that back, Or that we see in the town of De Valera with relatives, That program m'éadain recognize that I cuide two marquee.
And I walked out Malbay between Galway and Kinsale, three Aran Islands and m'ais home again, Oh, I did not see these three planets no finer man, not played in County Clare over our paddies of Våler '.
Oh, was Gorumna very naughty, Leitir Mór and the Máimín, In ndíbreoidís overseas, the soldier of the guards, Mac Stanton the man best able, Mac Dara was in Máimín, Without the priest entered the báinín it was We Landings inside the Deer.
For the people of White Beach in the papers there have skill, But leaving on his heels is a step wishes to bye roads, when the guard they see they are all laughing, the canteen is the program they are watching the drops.
Well the remember you the day who we were in the dinghy, was ceaigín which one of us is we're having fun, Tom Nora We as boatmen and Connolly guard, That robbed the keg from Martin and is leaving singing .
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