Uaisle Acla

Gentlemen Achill
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Irish

English (machine translation)

Alas no I in Achill,
Or road Terenure Áir,
At Rosie the O'Malley Bracken,
Or below by Margaret White;
Daniel Young From Ceallmhaoi,
is a chroithfeadh me hand
Or James O'Brien Achill far,
not long to the day .

Two I would be on the Green,
There I find humor,
Or Bertie, heart friend,
Or thence to Pier;
Thomas Major Gallagher
and Carrick all not lie,
two I would be meeting potatoes,
would so many of my breast .

Two I'd Achill Beg at night,
I would turn to Tony Owen,
Or John 'ic Tadhg, the scafaire
Which is opposite the large stone;
The boats coming from the sea there
is the fleet under outpouring sail
But I am among the leaching men,
is not long I'll live.

I pity is not in Dumha Éige,
But I can not to go there,
is becoming marine fish there
are the boats coming from the wave;
There I find the scafairí
A would pay off my score,
mound the'd Gort Oldtown,
is a house that John Eustace.

Two I'd Cashel,
There I find humor,
Or Una in Course Curragh,
not long to the night;
I would turn to Patrick Ceafarcaigh,
and while Andrew Large,
But I am among men leaching,
is not far I'll live.

Two Heads I were in Dumha Cliff,
on the River or Big Mountain,
Keel will not my mistake,
My ruin my grief;
There I find the scafairí
that would be paid out my score
But I am among men leaching
is I will not live long.

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