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Is táimse ar an mbaile seo le bliain agus trí lá, Is dá mbeadh a fhios ag mo mhuintir air, ní chodlóidís go sámh, Dochtúirí na Fraince ní leigheasfaidís mo ghearán, Go dtiocfaidh péarla an chúil chraobhaigh is go mbéarfaidh sí ar mo láimh.
Dé Domhnaigh, Dé Domhnaigh is ea deineadh mise a chreach Do ceanglaíodh mo stóirín, gan orlach dem chead, Dá mbeinnse suite i gcúinne an tí agus grá mo chroí le m’ais, Is nach gleoite deas mar a sheolfaimis na dúthaigh i bhfad amach.
Is tá mo mhuintir de shíor á rá go gcaithfidh mé dul anonn, Ach iarraimse ar Mhuire is a Íosa nach bhfaighidh siad bád ná long, Dá mbeinnse amuigh ins an oíche faoi dhuilliúr ghlas na gcrann, Ó is a Dhia dhílís, nárbh aoibhinn dom is grá mo chroí a bheith ann.
Is dá mbeadh boiscín snaoise agam do dhéanfainn sult is greann, Nó pípín fhada dhíreach is tobac le cur ina ceann. Neilí Bhán ar leaba liom is piliúr faoina ceann, Is go n-éalódh lucht na mbuataisí lena cúilín ghrámhar donn.
Is Neilí, ó, le m’anam tú agus Neilí, ó, le mo chroí, An dtiocfása liomsa go bun an ghleanntáin fraoigh? Do thabharfainn radharc ar chuanta dhuit is ar bhailte móra groí, Is cead a bheith i gcóistí agat ar bhóthar leis an Rí.
I am home most of this year and three days, is if my family knew it, not peacefully chodlóidís, Doctors French leigheasfaidís not my complaint, That becomes the rear leafy pearl that she caught my hand.
Sunday, Sunday is yours were to ruin your required my darling, no inch of my permission, If I was located in a corner of the house and my heart to love m'ais, is pretty cute not to send as much out of the district.
It is my people constantly saying that I must go back, But iarraimse Mary and Jesus that they find a boat or ship, If I was out in the night leaf green of trees, from the God true, not love me as love of my existence.
If I had to I would caddy snuff thrill comedy, Or pípín tobacco is long straight to his head. Neilí White pillow on the bed with me about one, is absconding makers loving boots with brown mane.
Neilí is, from, soul and Neilí you, oh, my heart, The dtiocfása me to the bottom of the glen heather? Do not give thee sight harbors most towns stud, is allowed to be in the coaches you on the road to The king.
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