I got up this morning to go
To the great fair
To sell and buy
As my people did before me
I was thirsty on my way ©
I sat down to drink
It is for Siobhan NÃ Dhuibhir
That I drank the value of the shoes
Dear Siobhán Nà Dhuibhir
The mind do you want me to be sick?
My sorrow is my destruction If I mind you being in a cell
Sad 'til you are mills
'Scaling at the back of your head
But permission to be in Irras
To the next generation
To Siobhan Ná Dúbhir
You are the bottom and the top of my story
On the women of the world
May she give birth ¡ire léi
With brightness and fineness with maise
It is with two thirds of a dream
I am not the poor Lady
I will be parting with her tomorrow

INVIA LE CORREZIONI