And here is the three verse-plus-chorus translation from Eileen Costello's edition.

THE LITTLE WHITE CAT

The little grey mama cat was walking prettily
When she found her son the kitten stretched out
And barely a year since she found her family
Her son was cast out and drowned in a trench

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Little white kitten, white, white,
Little white kitten, Bridget's kitten,
Little white pussy-cat, snow-white,
That was drowned in the trench

The little white kitten had a hump on his back
As big as a three-pint jug
Was he not a fine show for the gentry to see,
Poll, Bridget's pretty little kitten

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The little mother stood upright
when she found her little kitten dead
She brought him inside and made a resting place for him
And then she began keening him

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