Mac Tíre bocht, níl aon duine mór leis. Tá an
t-earrach tagtha agus tá na héin is na hainmhithe ag imeacht thart ina bpéirí go grámhar. Cá dtiocfaidh Mac Tíre ar a ghrá geal féin?
Poor Mac Tíre, nobody loves him. Spring is here and all the birds and the animals are going around lovingly in pairs. How will Mac Tíre find his own true love?