(Irish lyrics)
Mo chreach gharchiseach
N rabhas ar do chlaibh
nuair lmhadh an pdar,
go ngeobhainn im chom dheas
n i mbinn mo ghna,
is go ligfinn cead siil leat
a mharcaigh na sl nglas
s t b'fhearr ligean 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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