Int én bec
ro léic feit
do rind guip
glanbuidi;
fo-cheird faíd
os Loch Laíg
lon do chraíb
charnbuidi.
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The little bird has whistled from the tip of his bright yellow beak; the
blackbird
from a bough laden with yellow blossom has tossed a cry over Belfast
Lough.
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