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Má théann tusa choíche ag siúl tíre nó áit’,Bí cinnte i d’intinn ar an mbealach seo a ghabháil Tabhair ruaig ar na daoine, an sean ’gus an sách Atá in iargúil na hÉireann is nach galánta í an áit.
Is deas iad na scéalta ón leabhar is ón bpeann, Cé gur deise na scéalta breá Gaeilge atá ann, Tá tobar breá fíor ann nár scríobhadh air fós, De réir a chuid naomhaíocht’ do leigheasódh sé an bás.
Tá Dún Chaocháin gan scríobh air is a cháil air go dtéann Ó Thrá Phort an Chlóidh go dtí Tóin Rinn na nÉan, Tá bailte i measc sléibhte, Corrán Buí ar bord loch, Ceathrú Thaidhg ins an iargúil, cois Cheathrú na gCloch.
De réir na gcuntas, an naomh seo é féin, Do thuar sé a bholadh, de réir ghrásta mhic Dé, Ach fuair sé a chuid luachtaíocht’, nach mór sin le rá, Gur in iargúil na hÉireann ’tá an cillín beag breá.
Sí coláiste na Gaeilge í, ó shíoraíocht an am’, Sclábhaíocht nó daoirse ní leathfadh a ceann, Tá a mbeatha fíorshaothraithe ar an bhfarraige thiar, In iargúil na hÉireann ’tá teampall ár naoimh.
Deintear cliabh agus pardóg, an tsrathar is an úim, Tá an curach deas déanta le snámh ar an gcuan, Tá an bréidín ón bhfíodóir, nach mór sin an gníomh, In iargúil na hÉireann ’tá teampall ár naoimh.
Níl teach ósta ná dochtúir, nach bocht sin an scéal, Ach an cíos agus tacsaí go síoraí faoi réir, Tá Teachtairí Dála agus caithfear a n-íoc, Is muid fágtha san iargúil cois teampall ár naoimh.
Seanfhocal fíor é, ón maol is ón nglic, Go scaiptear na daoine ach go bhfanann na cnoic, Tá siad ón tsíoraíocht faoi dhealramh ón ngréin Os comhair teampall naofa, an áit a luíonn na Gaeil.
Tá ród ins an saol seo atá díreach is cam, Áit a shiúlfaidh na daoine nó go gcaitear an t-am, Tá an solas dá ngárdáil, agus grásta ar gach taobh, Le gur buan an té a síntear i dteampall ár naoimh.
If you ever go walking country or place ", make sure in your mind on the way to catch Please chased the people, the old and the relatively Forming in Ireland iargúil elegant is not the place.
These are nice stories book from the pen, While Irish love stories right there, is perfectly real well there not written it yet, By his naomhaíocht 'for it leigheasódh death.
Back to top is not to write him a reputation it goes from the Port Beach'd Chlóidh to Cape Bird, towns among the mountains, on board Yellow Crescent lake, Genre in the iargúil, along Fourth Stone.
By the account of this saint himself, For he predicted that smell, Son of God by grace, But he got his luachtaíocht ', not so much to say, That in iargúil Ireland' love is the small cell.
Irish college she was, from the time shíoraíocht ', Slavery or servitude not spread to one, have their lives at sea fíorshaothraithe west, In iargúil Ireland' is our holy temple.
Basket is made ??and pads, the tsrathar as the harness, have made ??the right coracle floating on the harbor, is from the tweed weaver, so must the action, In iargúil Ireland 'is our holy temple.
No inn or doctor, the story is not so poor, But the taxi hire and that eternal subject, is Couriers Dáil and must be paid, is left in iargúil we along our holy temple.
Proverbs true, most of the polled nglic, In circulating the people but remains the hills, are the eternity of appearance of the sun Facing the holy temple, where lies the Gaels.
A road in this world are just as crooked, Where people walk or treatment time, is both guarded the light, and grace on every side, With that whoever extends permanently in our holy temple.
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