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Deam eh son tooilley feeyn
He called for more wine
T'eh feer lauee
He can turn his hand to anything
S'beggan feeu eh
He doesn't count for much
It's of little amount
T'eh feer ghraihagh urree
He dotes on her
V'eh feer yeean mychione echey
He enthused about it
Chossyn eh stiagh 'sy Chiare as Feed
He got in the Keys
T'eh feer yarroodagh
He has a memory like a sieve
T'eh 'sy nah vlein as tree feed echey nish
He has entered on his sixty-second year
S'loo ny feeaghyn t'ersyn na t'orts
He has fewer debts than you