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Nach iomaí scéal a beartaíodh, ó, san am a raibh muid óg,Chuala muid sa tairngreacht go dtiocfadh athrú mór, Scéal na feamainne is na móna is na slataí mara on toinn, Ach siad na tincéaraí is na hasail a rug buaidh ar chuile ní.
Tá an tír seo anois ina cíor thuaifeal, ó, tá, anuas le mí, Níl call dúinn é a chraobhscaoileadh mar rás na gcurachaí, Tá an C.I.E., ó, tá sí agat, an mail agus an B.B.C., Is go bhfuil a mhíle mhallacht fuagraithe ag muintir Thír an Fhia.
Casadh Bob Seoighe dhom is é ríméadach go leor, Dhíol sé péire asail, ceann beag agus ceann mór, Bhí sporannaí móra fada orthu a dhéanfadh ancaire do bhád mór, Is go gcoinneoidís bád Cheoinín go ceann seachtaine ar an ród.
D’imigh mé an lá cheana nó go dtéinn go Gaillimh siar, Ag ceannacht cúpla banbh is earraí le haghaidh an tí, Ag dul soir ag Cloch an Tortair dhom is amach ag tigh Joe Lee, Is go raibh rud amach ins na sraitheanna tigh Mhicilín Ó Nia.
Bhí capaill agus asail ann agus múillí féin, ar ndóigh, Bhí jennet aniar ar deireadh orthu agus í ar bheagán luais, Ach fanaigí go fóillín beag, is gearr gur bhog sí chun siúil, Glan geall an daingean díon díot a bhí istigh tigh Deairbe romhainn.
Casadh Táilliúir Mharcais orm maidin moch Dé Luain, Ag dul soir ag tigh Frank Gorman ag iarraidh mála plúir, Dúirt sé, ‘Tá mé i mo chac anois, níl agam ach mo dhroim, An té a cheap scéim na gcapall is na n-asal, go mba gairid gearr a shaol.’
Sin é an uair a labhair Frank Gorman leis, ‘I think you are a fool, You sold your little donkey, I heard that from Joe Coole, What made you act so silly, Mark, oh, that’s what puzzles me, You will rue the day you sold that baste to a girl from Tír an Fhia.’
Tiomáineadh iad go Gaillimh is as sin go Baile Átha Cliath, Luchtaíodh iad ar eitleán le cur soir go Korea, Tá an oiread eile fágtha is a líonfadh Condae na Mí Siad a scantraigh Princess Margaret nuair a tháinig sí go Condae Laois’.
Nuair a chruinnigh muintir Shasana nó go bhfacadar an seó, Bhí Churchill agus Macmillan ann is John Harding a tharraing gleo, ‘It looks like a rebellion, we’ll use the Irish hand, And send them out to Cyprus or else to the Suez Canal.’
Not many stories planned, since, in the time we were young, We heard the prediction circumstances change, Story of seaweed is the turf of the slate sea on waves, But they tincéaraí the donkeys grabbed victory on each not .
This country is now a comb thuaifeal, oh, yes, last month, does not call us to preach as race gcurachaí, the CIE, since, it is you, the mail and the BBC, is that a thousand curse fuagraithe Fhia people.
Bob Joyce turns me is quite pleased, He sold two donkeys, one small and one large, was large sporannaí long they would have anchored boat, is that gcoinneoidís Cheoinín boat for a week on the road.
I went the other day to Galway dtéinn or back, At Buy Piglet few goods for the house, Going east to Stone Tortair out at me is Joe Lee house, is that thing out in the house rows Mhicilín From Nia.
Horses and donkeys and múillí itself, of course, was jennet west end them and is low speed, But Stay in fóillín small, short that she moved away, Clean bet the firm roof off was inside the house Deairbe coming .
Turning Taylor Mark my morning early Monday, Moving east to the house of Frank Gorman wants a bag of flour, he said, 'I have my shit now, I only have my back, He devised a scheme the horse of donkey, that were cut short his life. '
That is the time to talk to Frank Gorman with, 'I think You are a Fool, are SOLD your little donkey, I heard That from Joe Coole, What Made You act this silly, Mark, oh, that's What puzzles me, You will rue that the day are SOLD baste to a girl from the Deer Country. '
They were driven thence to Galway to Dublin, loaded them on a plane to the east to Korea, is another much left to fill most of County Meath They scantraigh Princess Margaret when she came to County Laois'.
When people gathered bhfacadar England or the show, was there Churchill and Macmillan John Harding pulled din, 'It Looks like a rebellion, we'll Use the Irish hand, And send them out to Cyprus or else to the Suez Canal . '
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