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Is scríobhfainn is léifinn leabhair Ghaeilge cé gur milis a blas, Is dhéanfainn céachta Gaelach a réabfadh an iomaire ghlas, Dhéanfainn teach téagair do mo chéadsearc is bhréagfainn í seal, Ach fear ar mo thréithre níorbh fhéidir nó d’éalódh leis bean.
Is nár fhágha mé bás choíche nó go gcaithfidh mé dhíom an mí-adh, Go mbeidh bó againn is caoirigh is mo mhian ar an mbaile údan thall, Tá bean óg ins an tír seo ag cur eadrainn gach aon dara lá, Ach nár fhágha sí bás choíche go mbeidh sí ag caoineadh agus mise ag mo ghrá.
Is tá mé i mo shuí ó d’éirigh an ghealach aréir, Ag cur na tine seo síos do mo mhian is dá fadú liom fhéin, Is a Mhuire is a Chríost, nach cloíte le n-aithris mo scéal, Tá na coiligh ag glaoch is Rinn Mhaoile ina gcodladh ach mé fhéin.
Is tá siad dá rá gur tú sáilín socair i mbróig, Is tá siad dá rá gur tú béilín dheas mhilis na bpóg, Tá siad dá rá, a mhíle grá, go dtug tú dhom cúl, Ach nár fhágha siad na grásta má fhaigheann aon fhear eile uaim thú.
Is gheobhaidh mé bás le grá do leagan do shúl, Is gheobhad dhá bhás le grá don dá chois atá fút, Gheobhad trí bhás má fhaigheann aon fhear eile uaim thú Is a chúl taitneamhach gan smál, mo chrá má cheilimse thú.
Scríobhfainn would read books is a medium sweet flavor though, is that I would réabfadh Irish plow the green ridge, I would make my darling house of substance to coax her turn, But my thréithre man could not or elope with a woman.
Is not biography I never die or that I have in me luck, That cow our sheep and my desire for the town yon opposite, is a young woman in this country taking between us every second day, But not biography she she will never die and I cry my love.
Is I'm awake since the moon arose last night Putting down the fire my desire for an extension if I personally, as Mary and Christ, not stricken recited my story, The cocks are crowing Renvyle is asleep but myself.
As they both say that you Saleen calm in shoes, as they both say that you Her mouth south sweet the bpóg, They are both saying, O my love, gave you me back, But not biography with the grace if any man I you another.
I die is to love your version of your eyes, is the death of a loved gheobhad two also both are about, Gheobhad by death if any other man I find you is a pleasant rear spotless, my torment if you cheilimse.
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