We played a trick that would have removed Sweeney's feathers
and we invented spells to protect us from the pack,
from the sharp thorn of the dog rose.

A frog was croaking in the moat -
as the Castle of Love was besieged -
about to be changed to a prince.

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Is Iúpatar 'gus an ghealach adharcach
go hard sa spéir i dtús na hoíche
sea scaoileadh saighead mo leonta.

D'imir muid cleas a bhainfeadh na cleití de Shuibhne
is cheapamar orthaí a choinnigh slán ón gconairt muid,
ó dhealg ghéar an chonróis.

Bhí frog ag grágaíl sa mhóta -
is Caisleán an Chumainn faoi léigear -
ar tí a athraithe ina phrionsa.