A chumainn is a shearc, rachaimid-ne seal Faoi choillte ag scaipeadh drĂșchta Mar a bhfaighimid-ne breac, is lon ar an nead An fia agus an boc ag bĂșireadh;
A rĂșn agus a shearc, gluaisfimid gan stad Go coillte breĂĄ glasa an TriĂșcha A chĂșl ĂĄlainn tais na bhfĂĄinnĂ cas Is breĂĄ ÂŽs deas do shĂșile