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In am dinnéir Dé hAoine bhuail triúr againn síos chuig an mbád,’S ag goil anonn trasna an chuain is gan againn ach iomramh dhá láimh, Bhí an gála chomh tréan is nach gcoinneodh fear hata ar a cheann, ’S bhí muid feistithe tráthnóna sa gcrompán taobh thiar d’Aill an Ráin.
Chuaigh muid ag siúl nó go bhfeicfeadh muid píosa den áit, Is dá siúilfeadh muid Éire, ní chasfaí dhúinn aon áit ní b’fhearr, Bhí fáilte agus céad romhainn ins gach aon teach dá ndeachaigh muid ann, ’S bhí an tae dhúinn dá réiteach chomh tréan is atá an tuile ar an trá.
Chuala sibh trácht ar Phort Láirge is ar Chondae na Mí, Droichead an Chláirín, Cionn tSáile is a bhfuil uaidh sin aníos, Gaillimh, Uachtar Ard, Cill Airne is dá n-abraínn Bleán Rí, Bhain an baile údan thall an barr de bhailteachaí an tsaoil.
Tá an chruithneacht dá fuint ann ina tonnaí agus neart den phlúr bán, Anlann dá réir ann is gach aon chineál leagtha ar chlár, Níl magadh ná bréag sa méid anois atá mé a rá, Mar chaith mé an lá inné ann is ní éileoinn é a fhágáil go brách.
Tá na fataí go fairsing ann, coirce agus eorna bhuí, Curtha ina n-acraí fad d’amhairc le feiceáil chaon taobh, Ó fhágfas tú an Ros nó go dté tú go dtí an Sruthán Buí, Dheamhan teach ar an mbealach ach caisleáin atá faoi shlinn.
Nach saibhir an baile é, tá airgead ann agus ór, Tá an t-im ann is an bainne is a ndóthain le n-ithe is le n-ól, Tá na gairdíní dorais ann is torthaí i mbarra na gcrann, ’Gus currants dá sailleadh ann le siúcra is dá gcur thríd an arán.
Tá tobar an uisce ar ghualainn an chnoic thíos ó dheas, Nach ngoillfeadh air triomach dá bpléascfadh na clocha air le teas, Níorbh fhearr dhuit ag ól meala, fíon, brandy, dá n-abraínn an bheoir, Ná buiceád de a tharraingt ar maidin is tosaí dá ól.
Nuair a thagas an lá garbh is nuair a éiríos an fharraige ard, Bíonn soithí ar a luí aici agus gleoiteogaí ag teacht ina gcrann, Ó Chara Inse Ghainimh go mbailí tú soir Aill an Ráin, Níl snámh ann ach calm nó go dté tú go dtí Eanach Mheáin.
Is ann atá na cailíní is deise dá bhfaca tú ariamh, An té a bheadh in aois leanbaí thóigfidís suas a chroí, Ní iarrfainn aon bhlas ach ag caint leo de ló agus d’oíche, ’S go seasfainn sa sneachta ag éisteacht le glór a gcinn.
Ó shiúil mé an talamh is ó chuala mé an chéad phort ceoil, Is iomaí oíche fhada a chaith mé le greann is le spóirt, Ach in aon áit dár sheas mé ní fhaca mé a leithéidí fós, Dá gcaithinn ann seachtain séard déarfaidís, ‘Fan go fóill.’
In dinner Friday hit three of us down to the boat, And was going back across the bay We are not just rowing two hand, The gale was as strong as that man keeps his head bowed, And in the evening we were fitted behind Cliff gcrompán the Noble.
We went walking until we see a piece of the place, Ireland if we siúilfeadh not arise whilst traveling anywhere better for us, And the next century was welcomed in every home if we went there, And the tea had been prepared for us so strong is the flood on the beach.
You've heard mention of Waterford County Meath, Clarinbridge, Kinsale is that he is up to, Galway, Oughterard, Killarney is their milking abraínn King, The town was yon over the top of all bhailteachaí.
The wheat if there fuint tonnes and plenty of white flour, Sauce accordingly each type there are set of programs, No joking now than lie in what I'm saying, As I spent the day yesterday there are no demands on leave indefinitely.
The abundant potatoes, oats and barley yellow, Acres planted all prospects seen both sides, Since you leave the Ros or may you go to the Yellow Stream, Devil the house on the way but with slate castles.
The town is not rich, a silver and gold, The butter milk there is enough to eat is to drink, The next gardens there results in the tree bar, Both salted and currants with sugar there if ACROSS taking the bread.
The water well has a shoulder of the hill below the south, Not sensitive it both explosion drought it to heat the stones, Liked thee drink honey, wine, brandy, abraínn their beer, Do not draw a bucket of initial morning to drink.
When the day thagas rough arises is when the high sea, Vessels have to impress her and gleoiteogaí find a tree, Friend Sandy a new valid Islands east cliff you the rain, No swimming but calm or may you go to Annaghvaan.
There are the nicest girls if you ever saw, He would be childish age thóigfidís up his heart, not ask for any taste but talking to them day and night, and to uphold the snow listening to the voice of their heads .
Since I walked the ground since I heard the first tune of music, many long night I spent with joy sports, But anywhere our I stood I did not like yet, would gcaithinn there weeks 'fly would they say,' Wait yet. '
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