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Lá dá rabhas ar shliabh I lár na tíre ag triall, Sea dhearc mé an stáidbhean romham sa mám, Ba deise is b’áille rian, Nach dubhach mar ’táim i do dhiaidh, Dóite báite i bpian Ach go lá mo bháis níl gar ag trácht, Mar mo leigheas ó leá ní bhfaighead.
Ba deas a bróg is a troigh, A cos nár mhór is nár chaol, Sé mo dhóigh gur milse a póg Ná mil dhá reo ar fhíon, Ba bhinne glór a cinn Ná na ceolta sí, An aoileann óg a chloígh is a bhreoigh Is a chuir na sluaite i gcill.
Ó, mo mhallachtsa go ceann, Is mallacht Dé as a cheann D’aon fhear in Éirinn a thóigfeadh spré Le plúr na gcraobh Loch Abhal, Mar siúd í féin mo roghain, Uilig thar mhná breátha an domhain, Sháraigh a scéimh ar mhná an tsaoil Is a Mhailsín, éalaigh liom.
De Chlann nDonncha í ón gCéis, An togha de Chlanna Gael, Ainnir chaoin an bhrollaigh mhín, Is gile a píob ná an t-aol, A cuid mailí díonmhar géar, As ucht a croí is a cléibh, Tá cnis a cinn mar eala ar toinn, Sí d’fhága i lionn dubh mé.
Chuala mé dá rá Ag sagairt is lucht rann Go raibh long agus céad ag mac rí Séamas Ag tíocht gan bhréag anall, Ar thuairisc scéimh na mná A gcuala an saol a cáil, Cuach na féile i ngleanntán sléibhe Nach truaigh gan mé is í ann.
One day I was on the mountain in the middle of the country was going, Yeah I saw the front of the handful stáidbhean, was most b'áille right track, not depression as a 'look behind, Burned flooded in pain But not close my dying day by comment, as my medicine from melting I find not.
Nice to shoe his feet, A leg that need is not narrow, He is my way that sweet kiss Do honey two freezing wine, sweeter voice to promote not the music from her, the maid young adhered to bhreoigh is to crowds put in a cell.
Oh, my mhallachtsa that one, a curse of God from which one has no man in Ireland thóigfeadh dowry With the final flour Lake Abhal, For those herself my discretion, Uilig over the world's finest women, exceeded its beauty for all women is Mhailsín, I escaped.
Of Family nDonncha it from Kesh, the election of Families Gael Young Woman mourned the breast smooth, brightness is a pipe or the lime, Her mali proofing sharp, For their heart to cages, have skin to promote a swan waves, She fhága in melancholy for me.
I heard both say At priests force rhyme That ship and first son King James is coming without falsehood forth, On description beauty of the woman A heard life reputation, encapsulate the festival in vale mountain no pity without me is there.
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