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Mise
Raifteirí an file,
Lán dóchas is grá,
Le súile gan solas,
Le ciúnas gan chrá.
'Dul
siar ar m'aistear
Le solas mo chroí
Fann agus tuirseach
Go deireadh mo shlí.
Féach
anois mé
Is mo chúl le balla,
Ag seinm ceoil
Do phócaí folmha.
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I
am Raftery the poet,
Full of hope and love,
With eyes without light,
Calm without anguish.
Going
back in my travels
With the light of my heart
Weary and tired
To the end of my journey.
Look
at me now
And my back to the wall,
Playing music
To empty pockets.
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