You grew and built your business through long, hard working days:
The bankers came and broke it, then they stole it all away.
You cannot trust the bankers, their only god is greed
And they hide behind their agents who do their dirty…
Tugann gaoth geal an tEarrach smaointe grá fút,
Lán le cineáltas, le dóchas, le’d cumhacht;
Múinteoir a’b fhearr thú ó m’am ar do ghlún:
‘Sí an máthair is tabhachtaí ar domhan.
Is amhrán grá é May Morning Dew: cén grá is mó atá ann ná an grá idir máthair agus leanbh? Ní hionann é agus grá do pháirtí, leanbh, garpháiste, athair nó cara. Tá sé uathúil ina dhoimhneacht agus ina mhín agus is minic, faraor,…