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D’éirigh mé ar maidin lae Théis mé fhéin a choisreacan, Dúirt mé beagán paidreacha A bhí ordaithe dhom ón gcléir, Tharraing mé mo chathaoir liom San áit ab fearr a thaithnigh liom, Rug mé ar leabhar an tseanchais Is thosaigh mé dhá léamh, Chuartaíos chuile bhunadh ann Anuas ó na deich n-aithreachaí, Níor bhac mé le sliocht Protastún, Níor bhain siad do mo scéal, Anois tá an t-údar ceart agam Ó Bhíobla an Athar Ó Mainnín Ar Eibhlín bhán Ní Fhlaithearta Togha gach uile chraobh.
Ní le bród as cuid nó as a maoin, Nó as focla móra gaisce an tsaoil, Ní dhóibh sin a thug sí gnaoi, Ní hiad a bhí ag rith ina ceann, Ach lean sí an bóthar a bhí ag Bríd A thug dea-eolas di ina croí, Ríocht na glóire shaothraigh sí Le cúnamh Rí na nGrást, Is milse a póg ná beoir, ná fíon, Is binne a glór ná ceolta sí, Is geall le siúcra craite ar im Nuair a dhéanas sí an t-arán, Is aoibhinn don té a gheobhas í, Tá sé saor ó chogadh choíchin, Is ina timpeall tá siad boicht an tsaoil Dhá gcothú chuile lá.
Dhá mbeadh sí in inmhe a bheith ina mnaoi San am ar thosaigh scrios na Traoi Ní thiocfadh cogadh, scrios ná bruíon, Is ní bheadh a leithéidí ann, Ní fhéadfadh Véineas í a chur faoi dhraíocht Ná Páras a bheith ina mháistir dlí Le Eibhlín bhán a thabhairt de bhríb Dóibh idir a dá láimh, Mar bhí Iúnó socair mín, Shuigh Diana lena taobh, Bhí Deianíra i bhfeirg faoi Nach í fhéin a fuair an barr, Tóigeadh Eibhlín os a cionn I gcathaoir óir i bpálás rí, Fuair sí bua thar mhná an tsaoil, Is tá an réim aici go brách.
I resigned on the morning having been seen to consecrate myself, I said a little prayer and ordered me from the clergy, I pulled my chair I Where I was the best big companies, I grabbed a book storytelling is I started two reading Chuartaíos origin there every addition of the ten aithreachaí, not a barrier to passage protestant I, not they related to my story, Now is the author I should from Biblical Father Manning On Eileen white Fhlaithearta not Election every branch.
Not with pride in her or his property, or words major heroic life, not to them that she gave love to, not just who was running in his head, But she followed the road was Bridget had given good information it a heart, Kingdom of glory earned it with the aid of King of Grace, a sweet kiss or beer, or wine, a cliff to voice or music from it, is virtually sugar shaker butter When effectuating her bread, love the person who receives it, is the war choíchin, is where they are poor around the world Two nutrition every day.
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