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Sa tsean ghleann thiar a bhi sí raibh Go dtí gur fhás na hadharc' uirthi Bliain is céad is corradh laethe Go dtáinig an aois go tréan uirthi Bhi sí gcró bheag ins an cheo Go dtáinig feil'Eoin is gur éalaigh sí Thart an ród san bealach mór Gur lean a tóir go gear uirthi.
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In the old glen yonder she was always Until the horns grew on her, A year and a hundred and some days Until age came heavily to her. She was in a small pen in the fog ? Until St John's Day ? came and she escaped Down the road through the big gap Until she was hotly pursued.
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Ni raibh nduine ar a tóir ach Donnchú óg Is d'ith sí an lón san t-anlann air Ni raibh aige ina dhorn ach ceap túine mór Agus leag sé anuas ón arradh í Nuair a chuala an gabhar bán go raibh sí ar lár Thug sí léim chun tárrthála Thug sí rás 's ni raibh sí sásta Is leag sí spíon an táilliúra.
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No-one was after her except young Donnchú And she ate his lunch He only had in his fist a ... And he brought it down from the ... When the white goat heard that she was ... She leapt for freedom ? She gave a race and she wasn't satisfied And she knocked down the thorn ? of the tailor.
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Chomh cruinn le rón gur thóg sí feoil Gan pis gan mórán déibhirce Ach d'ith sí cib agus barr an fhraoich Slánlús min is craobhógai Draoin is dreas is cuilcann glas Gach ní ar dhath na h-áinleoga Cutharán sléibhe, duilliúr féile Caora sréana agus blainséogai.
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As smart as a seal that she took meat Without peas or without much ... But she ate sedge and the top of the heather ... ... and small branches ... and briars and green ... Everything with the color of ... Mountain ..., feast leaves, ... sheep and ...
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Chuaigh sí dhíol cios le Caiftín Spits Is chraethnaigh a croi go dtréigfí í Chaith sí an oíche ar bheagán bidh Mar ndúil is go geasfaí féar uirthi D'Fan sí 'a óiche i dtóin Ros Coill Is chaith sí é go pléisúra Go dtáinig an slua ar maidin go luath Is thug siad amach as Éirinn í.
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She went the rent payment of Caiftin Spits? And her heart ... that they would abandon her She spent the night on little food ....grass... She spent the night at the bottom of Ros Coill And she spent it happily Until the crowd came early in the morning And took her out from Ireland ?
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