Tras-scríbhinn

In aimsir Sheoigeach, aimsir Déagláin, atá os cionn trí scór bhliantaí ó shoin ann. B'éigean dó (...) go Sasanaí i ndiaidh achrainn.

(...) nach fada isteach (...) chuaigh mé go Sasanaí thall
Ag obair go crua is ag éirí i bhfad roimh an lá,
Is a liachtaí lá in Éirinn shulá dtáinig ann gorta ná plá
A gcuirfinn chúig céad dho mo chine i ndiaidh a chéile ar aon chnocán amháin.

Dho Sheán Mór (is tá a lán) is tá a lán ina seasamh thiar,
Thiobóid Sheáin Mhóir is tú a thóigfeadh (urraim) mo chroí
Nuair a d'fheicinn sa ród tú is do cheann thar na (fir eile ní),
Tráthnóna Dé Domhnaigh nuair a bhíodh an (tinteog ag dul ina spraoi)
Ba mhian liom dá (leogfadh ann) póigín mhilis mo (mhian).

(Nó ' dtiocfas nó ' dtiocfas) lá pósadh (...) san áit
Ach rachaidh tú ar cuairt thar cuan go dtige an lá breá
(Mur) (...) (Domhnach an Mháma) (...).

Aistriúchán

In the time of Joyce, the time of Declan, which is over sixty years ago. He had to (...) to England after a feud.

Isn't it a long time (...) I went over to England
Working hard and rising long before daybreak,
And all the days in Ireland before before famine or pestilence came
When I could place five hundred of my people one after another on a single hill.

For Big John (...) and many are standing to the west,
Theobald, son of Big John, it is you who would raise the respect(?) of my heart
When I used to see you on the road with your head above the other men (?) (...),
On Sunday evening when the (...)
I would like if (...) the sweet kiss of my darling(?).

Until the marriage day comes (...) there (?)
But you will go on a visit overseas until the fine day comes
Unless(?) (...) Sunday (...).

Tráchtaireacht

Nóta tráchtaireachta idir lámha.