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Slan is cead on taobh so uaim
Cois Maighe na gcaor na gcraobh na gcruach
Na stat na sead na soar na slua
Na ndan na ndreacht na dtrean gan ghruaim.
Och, ochon, is breoite mise,
Gan chuid gan choir gan choip gan chiste,
Gan sult gan seoid gan sport gan spionnadh
O seoladh me chun uaignis.
Slan go heag da soar-fhir suairc,
Da daimh da heigs’ da chleir da suag,
Dom chaired cleibh gan chlaon gan chluain
Gan chaim gan chaon gan chraos gan chruas.
Slan da n-eis da beithibh uaim,
Da gcail da gceill da sceimh da snua,
Da mna go leir, da gceim da gcuaird,
Da bpraisc da bple da mein da mbua.
Slan tara aon don te na luaim,
‘S i an bhain-chnis bheasach bheal-tais bhuach,
Chuir trath chun sleibhe me i gcein im ruaig,
‘S i gra mo chleibh ‘be in Eirinn cuach.
Is fanach faon me, is fraochmhar fuar,
Is tlath’s treith’s is taomach trua,
I mbarr an tsleibhe gan aon, monuar,
Im pairt ach fraoch is gaoth aduaidh.
Don tsraid nuair theim mar aon ar cuaird
Ni hail leo me’s ni reidhid lem chluain ;
Bid mna le cheile ag ple da lua :
‘Ca hait ? Ce he ? Ca taobh or ghluais ?
Och, ochon, mo bhron mo mhilleadh,
Iomarca den ol is poga bruinneal
D’fhag mise lem lo gan fod gan foithin
Is fos gan iomad fuadair.
Dom chaired im ghaor gan teacht is trua
‘S me’om char ag an saol i ngeibheann guais,
Le raithe i bpein i gcein ar cuaird
Gan abhacht gan scleip gan sceal da lua.
O dhail an chleir dom ceile nua
Cois Maighe go heag ni he mo chuaird,
Go brath lem re taim reidh lem chuach
‘S le mnaibh an tsaoil chuir me ar bhuairt.
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