Dieu des recifs, vieux de la mer,. Souverian des vagues,. Toi qui mouilles les ames en les. allument de blanc nacre.. Dieu des recifs, vieux de la mer,.
oubli d'immaculee candide nuit nuptiale. eres passees impalpables. dans les blancs draps comme la nuit blanche. . nous levons sonnanbules d'indefinite.
By the Hush. It's by the hush, me boys. I'm sure that's to hold your noise,. And listen to poor Paddy's narration.. For I was by hunger pressed,. And in poverty distressed,.
I am a wand'ring minstrel man,. And Love my only theme,. I've stray'd beside the pleasant Bann,. And eke the Shannon's stream;. I've pip'd and play'd to wife and maid.
Oh Bridget O'Malley, you've left my heart shaken. With a hopeless desolation I'd have you to know. It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken.
At market day in Huntley toon. An' it was there, I did agree. Wi' Bogieside, the farmer. A twelve month for to fee. . Tae drive his twa best horses. That's a task that I could do.