Текст песни
Mo
chreach
ghéarchúiseach
Ná
rabhas
ar
do
chúlaibh
nuair
lámhadh
an
púdar,
go
ngeobhainn
é
im
chom
dheas
nó
i
mbinn
mo
ghúna,
is
go
léigfinn
cead
siúil
leat
a
mharcaigh
na
súl
nglas
ós
tú
b'fhearr
léigean
chucu
(English
translation)
My
biting
bitter
loss
I
was
not
at
your
back
When
the
powder
was
fired
So
my
fine
waist
could
save
you
or
the
hem
of
my
dress
'til
I
let
you
go
free
my
slate-eyed
writer
well-able
for
them
all.
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