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Ar an loing seo, a Phaidí Uí Loinsigh, is ea a bhímse ag déanamh bróin, Ag osnaíl ins an oíche is ag síorghol sa ló, Ach anois ó dalladh m’intinn, is mé i bhfad ó mo mhuintir, Dar m’fhocal, is maith a chaoinfinnse Condae Maigh Eo.
Liostáil mé le sairsint ag dul sráid an bhaile mhóir, Mar cheap mé go mba bhreá an rud dom é nuair a bhí mé bocht óg, Ó, thug sé gloine is cárta dom agus claimhe le mé a ghardáil, Is dúirt sé go mb’fhearr dom é ná in Éirinn go fóill.
Is murach bás mo mháthar nach mbeinnse maith go leor, Bheadh buidéal ins gach lámh liom, is mé i gcomhluadar ban óg, Ach murach síor-ól na gcártaí, is an dlí a bheith róláidir, Ní i Santa Cruz a d’fhágfaí mo chnámha faoin bhfód.
Tá Cnoc na Ceathrún Caoile siamsúil go leor, Tá coiligh is cearca fraoigh ann, is iad go síoraí ag seinm ceoil, Tá sméara dubha ar chraobha agus úlla boga buí ann, Tá géimneach bó is lao ann le teacht do fhéile Muire Mór.
Tá punt is fiche amuigh orm i gCondae Mhaigh Eo, Is ní rachaidh mé dá íoc leo choíche ná go deo, Ar fhaitíos go mbéarfaí thiar orm is go dtógfaí i ngeall ar fhiacha mé, Is go bhfáiscfí boltaí iarainn orm go hiallacha mo bhróg.
Go dtaga Cnoc na Cruaiche ar cuairt go hAbhainn Mhór, Go dtaga an toimín luachrainn ag buachailleacht na mbó, Go n-osclaítear na coraí atá ar mhullach Bheanna Beola, Ach ní scarfaidh mo chumha go deo leat, a Chondae Mhaigh Eo.
Is a chomrádaí na dílse, tá mé cloíte go mór, Dá bhféadfainn is duitse a d’inseoinn dhá thrian de mo bhrón, Ach ós tusa is túisce a chífeas a maireann de mo mhuintir, Ó, tabhair mo bheannacht siar leat go Contae Mhaigh Eo.
On this ship, to Paddy Lynch, is making grief do I become, at osnaíl in the night by síorghol a day, But now blinded my mind, I am far from my family, According to my word, like a chaoinfinnse Counties Mayo.
I subscribe Sergeant going street of the town, as I thought to be a fine thing for me when I was young poor, Oh, he gave me a card and a glass sword guard with me, is said to prefer I is not yet in Ireland.
The death of my mother but I'd pretty well, would be a bottle in each hand to me, I am in the company of young women, But without the constant drinking of cards, the law is being róláidir, not in Santa Cruz would remain my bones under ground.
Caoile Quarter Hill is entertaining enough, is most grouse cocks there, are constantly playing music, are blackberries on the branches and soft yellow apples there, is there géimneach cow calf to come to the festival Mary Major.
A twenty pound me out in County Mayo, is I will not ever pay them if not forever, For fear of being caught behind me that because of debt taken me, is that iron bolt bhfáiscfí me my shoe laces.
Let your Reek Hill visit Great River, that will one luachrainn Timmons at herding the cows, that opening the weirs are Bheanna Twelve forehead, But my grief will not leave you forever, to County Mayo.
That is the true companion, I have greatly exhausted, would that you could be in inseoinn two thirds of my grief, But since you first to chífeas living of my people, Oh, give you my blessing back to County Mayo .
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