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Craicann searrach agus or
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal
aig Neill
Se suid an sgeul na Ath-mhor
Thall aig an sabhal,
an sabhal aig Neill
´S iomadh la, ´s iomadh la,
chaidh sinn suas ga h-iarraidh
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal
aig Neill
Le crap spaid is puchaid iarainn
Tha na
illean ruith gun sguir
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig
Neill
Ginealachan, ginealachan, sniomh ma mo shuilean
Thall
aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill
Sibhse a sheas aig ceann a
bhathaich
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill
Tha sibh
air m´inntinn gach la
Innse sinn an sgeul dh´an
chlann
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill
An aite
seileach bar a bheann
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig
Neill
´S iomadh la, ´s iomadh la, ´bhitheas
e air n´intinn
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig
Neill
An sgeul a mhaireas ri gu sioraidh
Horo eiribh
o
Horo ro bho, ro ho-ro
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The skin of a foal, and gold
Over by the barn, Neil´s
barn
That is the Ahmore story
Over by the barn, Neil´s
barn
Many´s a day we went up to search for it
Over by
the barn, Neil´s barn
With a broken spade and an iron
bucket
The boys are running without stopping
Over by
the barn, Neil´s barn
The generations weaving away in
front of my eyes
Over by the barn, Neil´s barn
But
those that used to stand at the corner of the byre
Over by the
barn, Neil´s barn
They are on my mind each day
We
will tell the story to the children
Over by the barn, Neil´s
barn
The place of willows on top of the hill
Over by the
barn, Neil´s barn
Many´s a day it will be on their
minds
Over by the barn, Neil´s barn
The story that
will go on forever
Horo boys o
Horo ro bho, ro ho-ro
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