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An Buacháill Bocht.
16 years ago
General
A Cheann Comhirle.
Is míse an grá, in octus, an feár tu.
A haon cean sort fan nomaid.
Is eireann leát and domhsá, an as lú.
Cread, gach ná creadáithé is eiveann as romáid.
A thirna, gach sepheirphlás ach ná rachieád on grieannfheárr.
Studaithé sé, linn ach gach eilé.
Fear straid na bothat fir dubh eannfheárr.
As tu sort eilé ag caintóil, as feilé.
Ní ceard as tu leat féar ach in achnáidhé
As feár sheán, ar nocht beo bocht leatsá.
Níor eachacá a credáidhé.
Shan nós siúl elsé leatsá.
Linn geárd fionn díom heartsá gióm.
Shin shin, geartsá lióm.
Is míse an grá, in octus, an feár tu.
A haon cean sort fan nomaid.
Is eireann leát and domhsá, an as lú.
Cread, gach ná creadáithé is eiveann as romáid.
A thirna, gach sepheirphlás ach ná rachieád on grieannfheárr.
Studaithé sé, linn ach gach eilé.
Fear straid na bothat fir dubh eannfheárr.
As tu sort eilé ag caintóil, as feilé.
Ní ceard as tu leat féar ach in achnáidhé
As feár sheán, ar nocht beo bocht leatsá.
Níor eachacá a credáidhé.
Shan nós siúl elsé leatsá.
Linn geárd fionn díom heartsá gióm.
Shin shin, geartsá lióm.
The Dirty Boy.
The House Minister
I am in love, for one, a man, like you
One head, and this one moment.
Being irishe ia a honor, and its true.
Fortune, every bit fortuneate that fills this moment
O god, every furristic and wlll the rocking rays of sun.
He is simplistic, now and forever again.
Lone man, the dirt from those delightful black men is none.
And you, and again, this candel, is lightin.
No fortune, of you, my man,is acredit.
And this old man, is dirt poor dancing.
No eagle flys incredit.
Sweet song, shut thine eyes, I am dancing
Swim through narrow dark blue wastelands.
Now, Now, the showbands.
Sorry the above was in old irish