I'm an ordinary boy and I'd love a pretty young girl.
I wouldn't ask to marry her, I'm rich enough myself
I own Cork. it is great, on both sides of the valley, and Tyrone,
And if I do not change my ways, I am the heir of the county of Moigheo.
Boyhood, my with them, I have never practiced
but playing and drinking with a beautiful mountain woman. I don't like your kiss more than the shoe that has been worn for a year. I don't care about anything,
but the leaves of the branches as a bedclothes over my head
and gold, seven of my soul to you, you are looking at me from there.< br/>