Down by the sally gardens my love and I did meet
She passed the sally gardens with little snow-
white feet
She bid me to take love easy as the leaves grow on the trees
But I being young and foolish with her would not agree.

In a field by the river my love and I did stand 
And on her leaning shoulder she laid her snow- white hand
She bid me to take life easy as the grass grows on the weirs
But I was young and foolish and now I am full of tears.

-William Butler Yeats

Thíos Fá Ghort Na Saileán

Unique Word Count: 60

Is thíos i nGort na Saileán sea casadh domh mo rún.
Ba luath a cos ar féar ann is ba luaineach a leagan siúil.
Sé dúirt sí liom bheith suaimhneach mar a fhásann duilliúr is bláth.
Ach bhí mise óg is uaibhreach, ‘s níor éist mé le
 guth mo ghrá.

Is thíos cois abhann go déanach sea sheas mé le mo ghrá.
Gualainn ar ghualainn le chéile is leag sí orm lámh.
‘S é dúirt sí liom bheith suaimhneach mar a
 fhásann féar aníos
Ach bhí mise óg is uaibhreach ‘s ta na deora
 anois mo chloí.

-Seán Mac Aindreasa