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’S fadó fuair mé trácht ar chailín óg sa gclann, ’S geallúint ar í a fháil le pósadh, Ach mo chreach agus mo chrá ní dhom a bhí tú i ndán, Ach don té údan nár tráchtadh fós air.
Sí do chumann a bhí gearr a chlis orm is gach gábhadh, Nó go sínfear mé faoi chlár i gcónra, Ach, a Nóra Ní Chonchúir Bháin sí do phóg ba mhian liom fháil, Nó an bhfuil tú le bheith i ndán go deo dhom.
Maise murach lucht na mbréag rachfainn faoi do dhéin Ar maidin is gach aon tráthnóna, Céard a dhéanfas mé i do dhiaidh is gan agam fios do scéil Ó theachtairín ba géire cuntais.
Litir i ndiaidh an éaga dhomsa bheith i do dhiaidh, Níor aithris mé mo scéilín fós dhuit, Ach, a mhúirnín geal mo chléibh, cuirim beannacht leat is céad Nuair nach bhféadfadh muid a chéile a phósadh.
Nach moch agus nach mór a shileann mo shúile deoir, Sí m’osna a bhíonns go mór mór mar gheall ort, ’S go bhfuil fios ag Rí na nDúl gur lig mé leat mo rún Ar maidin go beag óg is mé i mo pháiste.
Nach iomaí oíche is lá chaith mé ar thaobh an chnoic úd thall Gan foscadh agam ann nó dídean, Ach macasamhail mo ghrá ní fhaca mé in aon áit Ná an té a bhí in ann mo chás a réiteach.
Níl galra ar bith le fáil níos cloíte ná an grá Cé go scaipeann an bás na daoine, Ach céad glóir do Rí na nGrást ní mar sin fhéin atá, Ach gur gearr go mbeidh mo chleamhnas déanta.
And long ago I received a comment on a young girl in the family, and promised to get her to marry, But my ruin and my torment me you were not destiny, But the person yon it not yet commented.
She was a society short failures are all captured me, Or I extended program in the coffin, But, Nora White Connor kissed her I would get, Or do you have in store with me forever.
But those lying mass would go on for a rigorous morning and every evening, What will I do after you I is not revealed to the story from theachtairín accounts was greatest.
Letter after the expiry dhomsa be behind, not my story still recite thee, But, darling of my life, I send you blessings hundred When we could not marry each other.
Not early and almost drained my eyes tear, She who is always m'osna especially about you, and is indicated by the King of the Elements that I let you my secret morning a little young in my child.
Not many nights I spent most days on the hillside yonder Without me there or homeless shelter, But my love replica I have never seen anywhere not the one who was able to resolve my case.
There is no getting infections more exhausted than the love While the death of people spreads, But first glorified King of Grace itself is not so, But that will soon match was made.
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