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Ag goil ó Chasla aniar is mé lag tuirseach de mo thriall, I mBearna is ea d’iarr mé áras. Fuaireas sin gan mhoill in aice leis an gcoill, San áit a bhfásann cnó agus airní.
Ó, déanfar droichead óir ar Pholl an Oistre fós, Is beidh airgead i stórtha an Mháistir, Arm seasta i gcóir ag tíocht ag déanamh spóirt, Ag amharc ar an ógfhear álainn.
Fíon is puins go leor a bheas eadrainn ar bord, Sláinte fear dhá ól trí ráithe. Siúd séan ar an oidhre óg nach scarfaidh leis go deo, Is beidh bua Chonnacht ag Línseach Bhearna.
Is tá loingis ag an Línseach a rinneadh ins an tír seo De choillte is de chrainnte a d’fhás dó. Is gléasfar cabhlach cruinn i bhfoirm ceart is i gcaoi Is beidh a ngunnaí ar a dtaobh ag lámhach.
Nach mór an spórt sa tír nuair a bheas an chabhlach linn, Beidh a gcuid slata seoil faoi shíodaí bána, Anois tá an chabhlach cruinn is tiocfaidh anall an Rí, Is beidh sé ar chuairt mhíosa i mBearna.
Céard a dhéanfas muid ansiúd má théann sé choíchin anonn? Titfidh an dúiche uilig faoi smúit mar gheall air, Is chuaigh na meacha ó dhiúl a gcuid meala le teann cumha, Is na héanlaithe, scaoil siad a gclúmh le fána.
An Línseach álainn úd a bhfuil na diamonds os a chomhair A dtig iasc ar chuile chuan mar gheall air, Is gur deise gnúis a shúil’ ná na réalta maidin dhrúcht’, Is é is samhail dhó bláth na n-úll sa ngairdín.
Is fásann cruithneacht fhéin san áit a siúlann sé, Chomh fairsing is atá féar glas i mBearna, Is gile a thaobh ná an t-aol, is deirge a ghrua ná an chaor, Nuair a aibíonn sí ar chraobh i ngleannta.
Tá iníon Rí na Gréige ag fáil bháis le cumha ina dhiaidh, Is níor chodail a súil néal le trí ráithe, Is go b’éard a dúirt briathra a béil gur aingeal é fhéin, A bhíodh i gcomhluadar Mhic Dé na nGrásta.
Costello was going from poor stamina as I tired of my journey, I is Barna asked me home. I found that immediately adjacent to the forest, Where grow nut and sloe.
Oh, the gold bridge on the Oistre Hole still is money in stores will be the Master, the Army is coming steadily for doing sports, I look at the beautiful youngster.
Puins enough wine to be between us on board, Health man drinking three quarter two. Those sign to the young heir to vacate not forever, is Línseach will win Connacht at Gap.
The shipping is done at the Línseach in this country of forests of trees that grew it. The exact form gléasfar fleet is in right way is to have guns on their side shooting.
What a sport in the country when the pool fleet, will sail under their rods shíodaí white, Now is come forth exact fleet of King, a month he will visit in Gap.
What we made ??it there if choíchin go back? Will drop all of the district because of the dust, is the meacha went from sucking their sheer longing honey, is the birds, they drop their feathers down the slope.
The beautiful Línseach who have the diamonds before him A fish can harbor because each, is a face to eye right 'than the dew morning star', is a model of two apple flower in the garden.
The wheat grows himself where he walks, the extent of green grass in Gap, a brighter side than the lime, which is redder than the berry cheek, when she matures branch valleys.
Greek King's daughter is dying later thought, is not expected slept a stunning three quarter, is that words comprised- oral said that angel himself, A former associate of the grace of God.
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