Codail ar do chneadh,a dheirfiur dhil,
Gidh gur choladh corrach craite e,
An leannan a ghoin go smior thu,
Niorbh e a d`fhag gan chiall tu,
Ach uabhar goil sil Eabha,
Mairg a chasadh reice d`a phor iseal ortsa!
Beidh an la leatsa a Aoilinn!
Is iomai sui ata sa bhuaile agatsa!
Nior eist tu le comhairle do leasa,
Ni nach ionadh,ach b`fhiu e mar mhargadh
don chiall ata ceannaithe agat anois.
Hold up your lovely head,sister,
even though your heart is breaking!
It wasn`t your so called lover who hurt you,
but the age-old pride of womanhood,
You`ll have the last laugh, Aoileann,
You`ve more to offer than he and his whole lowly connection!
You ignored good advice as expected,
but someday you`ll use this lesson
you`ve learned to your advantage.
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