Scoil: Cill Bhriotáin (C.) (uimhir rolla 11728)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Píosaí Filíochta a Fuaireas ó Mícheál Ó Síothcháin

   

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   (I)

   Its many the day I brewed good ale in the glen,

   That came not from streams or malt like the brewing of men,

   My bed was the ground, my roof was the greenwood above,

   And the wealth that I sought for was one fair glance of my love.

   
   (II)

   Is iomdha lá thugas féin ag déanamh leanna sa ghleann,

   Gan aiteann, gan fraoch, gan aon phioc ar bith agam ann

   Ach duilleabhar na gcraobh mar éadach leabtha fé'm' ceann

   Agus grádh geal mo chléíbh 'sí ag déanamh orm anall.

   
   (III)

   But alas on that night when my horses I drove from the field (?)

   That I was not near, from terror my angel to shield

   She stretched forth her arms, her mantle she flung to the wind

   And she swam o'er Lough Léin her outlawed lover to find.

   
   (IV)

   Is ar maidin an lae úd nuair théighimse le m' chapall 'n pháirc (?)

   In imill an tsléibhe mar'r fheucas an cailín deas bán

   Do thug sí trí léím trí léig do'n fhairrge a snámh

   'S do chros sí Loch Léin; si mo stór í 's go dtigidh sí slán.

   
   (V)

   And its down by the lake where the wild tree fringes its side

   The maid of my heart, that fair one of heaven resides

   You'd think, as at eve when she wanders the mazes along

   And the birds go to sleep with the sweet wild twist of her song

   Agus lé ceoil binn a béil téigheann éan na coille chun suan.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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