Micheal Mor agus City Sue

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I heard the story o mo athair

Got no Gaelic ? Doesn’t matter!

This rural Ireland’s tragic tale …

Narrates a sad seductive sceal

concerning lust, without discretion

Agus beagnach rudai eile freisin

Uair amhain – fa do, fa do

On a farm near Carraroe

Lived buachaill maith named Micheal Mor

An only son of thirty-four

When work was done at end of day

He’d settle down with cupan tae

And seldom felt the call to stroll

Or spend the evening time ag ceol …

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