English (machine translation)
At fresh-cell Creggan yes I slept last night grieving,
and to become the morning the maiden came to me with a kiss,
was gríosghrua Ballygar her and shine a ciabh as gold,
and was the medicinal world to view the young queen.
'A fhialfhir charthannaigh, than is spent with me in néaltaí grief,
But success quickly and moved me back in the roadway
In countries south of honey have not received Galla it within still,
And you will delight halls for my attraction-in entertainment music.'
'A queen south sweet, the you Eiléan fought tréaghdadh of the host,
Or of nine pretty women Pharnassus you had done in print?
How country in the universe in which trained you, a star without fog?
With that you desire my shamhailse to cogarnaigh have you back in the roadway. "
'Do not ask me a question that, ninety chodlaim on this side of the River Boyne,
is fairies small child I trained alongside Grace Young,
In hostel right of the professor makes me so manifestly at dúscadh the music,
I'm night in Tara a morning in mid Tyrone. '
He is my illness ghéarghoin we wanted Tyrone Gaelic
and the Fheadha heirs without seaghais about our lic for,
Limbs glandaite Niall Frasach not abandon music,
and would under Christmas éideadh Professors would obey. '
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