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Capercaillie |
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Nadurra |
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Hoireann O |
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Early I arose |
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I went out by the glen of branches |
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I came back by the glen of the flocks |
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I found the brown-haired girl still in bed |
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I folded her in my own plaid |
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And vowed that she need fear no harm |
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That I would give her to her own mother |
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How distressed I was, my love |
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But if I come back from Ireland |
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What presents you will get. |
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'S moch an diugh a rinn mi eirigh |
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Ghabh mi mach ri gleann na geigeadh |
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Thaining mi steach gleann na spreidheadh |
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Fhuair mi ghruagach dhonn gun eirigh |
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Lub mi 'na mo bhreacan fhein i |
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's thug mi boid nach b'eagal beud dhi |
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Gun tugainn dha mathair fhein i |
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'S mise ghaoil a bha 'nam eiginn |
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Ach ma thilleas mis' as Eirinn |
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'S tusa ghaoil a gheibh am preusant |