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32 Donacha rua, now an ace is yours; (Mother Mary, the night is long!) “I was a sin that he hurried aside…” O for the dawn and the blackbird's song!

Donacha rua, now a ten of suit; (Mother Mary, what hot winds blow!) “Nine little fives hath he saved in his path…” And the black cock that does not crow.

Donacha rua, you have played a knave; (O what strange gates on their hinges groan!) “I was a friend who had wrought him ill; When I had fallen he cast no stone…”

Donacha rua, now a queen has won! (The black cock crows with the flash of dawn.) And she is the woman who prays for you: “Is go d-tigeadh tu mo mhúirnín slán!”