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A Mháire mhaiseach, a chailín is órbhuí ciabh, Cad chuige nach molann tú i gcónaí bheith ag triall? Dá mbeadh fhios agam go mbeadh bean ar bith beo gan bhia, Nach í bean an chaiftín a bheadh agam seal míosa ar sliabh.
Fóill, fóill, a dhailtín, a dúirt sí uair nó dhó, Sé an scannal nar thuill mise riamh go fóill, Mo leithéid de chailín a bhfuil ribíní ceangail’ dá bróg A bheith ag siúl corraigh faoi thuirse le buachaill bó.
Is ní mar a dúirt sise, an aoileann bhán, Go raibh an haon a hart aici is cúpla mámh, Bhí muileat agus cuileat ar lúth ina láimh, Is go meallfadh sí an file le aon súil amháin.
Tá an oíche seo ag sioc is tá an ghaoth i ndrochaird, Is tá an sneachta go fairsing fá bhéal an áth’, Tá an tseisreach ina seasamh agus tá an béama ar lár, Is tá mo chailín ins an bhaile is í i ndiaidh an Éirne a shnámh.
Tá an Choirsneach ag cur thairsti is í lán go bruach, Is Léim an tSionnaigh go rachadh go básta suas A hAonmhic Muire a thug mise as gach géibheann crua Cloígh an tuille is lig mise gan bháthadh ua’.
Is ní raibh mé ar cuairt chuici ach chuaigh sí i gcró di fhéin, Nó gur casadh i mo shlí í in uaigneas sléibh’, Is ní hé an t-uachtar a chuir sí an uair sin i mo láthairse ach meadhg, Sé mo thrí thruaighe naoi n-uaire an fear a fágadh léi.
Mary Ornamental, a girlfriend órbhuí ciabh, Why do not you always recommends to journey? Had I know that any woman would live without food, not the chaiftín The woman I would turn on mountain month.
Still, yet, dhailtín, she said once or twice, He earned the unspoken scandal yet I never, My kind of girl with ribbons ties' his shoe A walk stir about fatigue with cow boy.
It is not as she said, the white maid, was the one that she hart a few mámh, was cuileat muileat and a vigor in his hand, is that it attract the poet with no one expected.
This night is a frost that the wind is in ndrochaird, is the snow is widely mouth of the ford ', is tseisreach standing and the béama center, is my girlfriend in the town is after the Erne swim.
The Choirsneach adding many that it is beyond the brink, is the Fox would snap at waist up A hAonmhic Mary gave'm all hard amidst Follow the flooding is not let me drown grandson '.
As I did not visit her but she went penned her own, Or that turns in my way is lonely mountain ', is not the cream she put the time in my presence but whey, He is my three thruaighe nine times the man left her.
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