A NeansaГ, 'mhГle grГЎ, a bhruinneall 'tГЎ gan smГЎl Go bhfeice mise'n t-ГЎdh 'gus an sГ©an ort! Ba ghile do dhГЎ lГЎimh nГЎ cГєr geal na trГЎ NГЎ'n eala 's Г a' snГЎmh ar an Г‰irne. Is glaise liom do shГєil nГЎ braon beag den drГєcht, Is binne liomsa tГє nГЎ na tГ©adaГ; 'S mur' n-Г©alaГ tusa liomsa titfidh mГ© i lionndubh 'Gus cuirfear insa chill 'do dhГ©idh mГ©. Is iomaГ sin guth mnГЎ a chluinimse 'ngach aird Abhus agus taobh thall den Г‰irne. Go Corcaigh na gCuan 's go BГ©al Ath' na Sluaighe 'SГ NeansaГ 'thug bua ar a' mГ©id sin. A Mhuire 'gus a Dhia, nГЎrbh aoibhinn deas Г©'r saol, DГЎ mbeinnse agus Г le chГ©ile? TrГЎthnГіna aoibhinn ciГєin, Гі mise 'gus mo rГєn Ag cogarnaГl ar uaigneas slГ©ibhe. Beir litir uaimse suas chuig NeansaГ chaoin na gcuach Is aithris di gur buartha atГЎ mГ©; Aithris di arГs nach gcodlaГm fГ©in aon oГche Le harraing atГЎ trГ mo thaobh deas. Aithris Г© dГЎ sГєil, Aithris Г© dГЎ cГєl, Aithris Г© dГЎ mГ©in mhaith chГ©illГ; Aithris Г© dГЎ ceann 's dГЎ bГ©ilГn atГЎ binn Gur ghiorraigh sГ go cinnte mo laetha'. DГ© Domhnaigh mГЎ tchГmse stГіr geal mo chroГ Tiocfaidh an t-amharc chugham arГs is an Г©isteacht; An tuirse atГЎ ar mo chroГ, go n-imeoidh sГ dГom, Is nГ aithneofar an aois ar m'Г©adan. A Mhuire is a RГ, nach a tuirseach a bhГm, Is go scaipfinn, dГЎ mba fГon uilig, an ГЃirne. An bhfuil duine ar bith sa tГr a bhainfeadh dГom mo mhian? NГorbh fhada mГ© sa saol seo ina hГ©agmais