Mo chreach ghéarchúiseach
Ná rabhas ar do chúlaibh
Nuair lámhadh an púdar,
Go ngeobhainn é im chom dheas
Nó i mbinn mo ghúna,
Is go léigfinn cead siúil leat
A mharcaigh na súl nglas
ós tú b'fhearr léigean chucu
(English translation)
My biting bitter loss
I was not at your back
When the powder was fired
So my fine waist could save you
Or the hem of my dress
'til I let you go free
My slate-eyed writer
Well-able for them all.
Writer(s): Laurence T Kirwan
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