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Gheall tú domhsa agus rinne tú bréag liom, Go gcuirfeá loingis óir fá mo chrannaibh airgid, Dhá bhaile dhéag de bhailte margaidh, Is cúirt gheal dhéile ar gach taobh den fharraige.
Deir siad liomsa go bhfuil mé tarrantach, Is go bhfuil mo chéadsearc i gcúl an bhaile agam, Nach airde an crann seoil a bheadh i lár na farraige Ná croí mná óige agus grá ar fhear óg aici.
Deir siad liomsa go bhfuil mé dolba dána, Go mbím ag suirí le cailín bán deas, A Aonmhic Muire is a Rí na nGrásta, Cé thógfadh ormsa é a bheith i ndiaidh mo ghrá geal.
Deir siad liomsa nach bhfuil maoin ná cuid agam, Deir siad liom nach bhfuil seort ar bith agam, Rinne siad bréag tá níos mó ná sin agam, Tá díol mo stóirín de bhuaibh ar cnoc agam.
Gheall tú domhsa ní nárbh fhéidir, Go gcuirfeá lámhainní de chraiceann éisc orm, Go gcuirfeá fáinne óir ar gach méar domh, Agus gúnaí troma de chlúmh na n-éan orm.
Gheall tú domhsa agus gheall tú an bhréag domh, Go mbeifeá romham ag cró na gcaorach, Rinne mé scread is míle scread ort, Ach ní bhfuair mise agam ach na huain ag méiligh.
Bhain tú thoir is bhain tú thiar domh, Bhain tú an ghealach gheal is an ghrian domh, Bhain tú an croí a bhí istigh i mo chliabh domh, Gus is rómhor m’eagla gur bhain tú Dia domh.
You promised you were lying to me and I, That you add to my chrannaibh shipping gold silver, Two home twelve of market towns, is bright Lathe court on each side of the sea.
They say that I have tarrantach me, is that my sweetheart back home in me, not the height of the mast would be in the middle of the ocean not the heart of a young woman and a young man she loved.
They say to me that I have dolba bold, That I am flirting with pretty white girl, A Aonmhic Mary King's grace is, How would it be for me after my fiancée.
They say I do not do some of my property, they say I do not have any sort of I, did they lie more than I said, is my darling sale of bhuaibh on my hill.
You promised not to me could not, So you add fish skin gloves of me That you add gold ring on each finger me, and heavy dresses of plumage of birds me.
You promised me a lie about you and me, That would bore me a sheep, I made ??a thousand scream you scream, But I did not I but the lambs méiligh.
Gave you that you were behind me, were you the moon is the sun bright sun, you reach the heart was in my chest inside me, Gus is too m'eagla God that you have me 'S.
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