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Ta’n Ghailck eiyrit ass yn Jiass,
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Manx is driven out of the South
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As gyn monney share er y Twoaie,
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And not much better in the North
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Ta’n coamrey eck fritlagh as rasst
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Her clothing ragged and torn,
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Lesh clamberagh harrish ny cleiyee
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From clambering over the hedges
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Smooinaght nish er y traa t’er n’gholl shaghey
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Thinking now on time that has passed
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Va ferrishyn çheet ayns nyn thieyn
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There were fairies coming into our houses
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Son fastee ayns feayraght as fliaghey
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For shelter in cold and rain
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Nish soie ayns yn tramman as drine
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Now sitting in the elder tree and thorn tree.
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