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Samhlaim anois thu,
le do ghuthan beag soghluaiste,
is do bhuideal fioruisce idir mheara agat.
Eochaireacha
ghluaisteain ar sileadh le do lamh chle,ar nos clocha choillteain.
Nach brea an doigh e mar a ghoid sibhse ar gcuid
bristi!Mar a d`eirigh sibh ar chomhcheim linn san obair,mar a shaothraigh sibhse an ceart chun locht a fhail orainn!
`Is
nil sibh damanta ,a dheirfearacha ,da bharr, ar dhoigh ar bith!
Ach I gcroilar na hoiche,a thaisce,I do leaba cung aonair,Narbh
fhearr leat ar gcuid breaga a chloiseadh aris?Conas nar thainig athru ar an bhaint eadrainn o chruthaigh Dia Eabha le heasna
Adhaimh...
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I see you now with your mobile phone and little bottle of spring water,Car keys dangle from your left hand like the balls
of my castrated generation.Well may you gloat on how you stole our trousers,found equality in the arms of employment,and earned
the right to point out our faults! It was long overdue, like a spinster`s first transfiguration.
But in the stillness
of the early dawn,Don`t you still yearn to be held like a little girl?To be told the lies that only we can tell?,Of how nothing
has really changed between us,since Adam`s rib was moulded into Eve.
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