1. |
Mo Choill
03:10
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Tá taistealaí breá in sa tír
'S tá se scríofa ar a bord
Chuir me litir in sa phost
Agus gealltanas a post'
'S tú mo choill, choill, choill
'S tú mo choill gaineach ban
'S tú mo ghiolla dubh ar luaimh
Os ar ucht tú 'bheith slan
Tiocfaidh'n long in sa chuan
'S cuirfidh sí suas na driúrlann
Nuair a shilfeas a' fíon
Beidh an long ar a' trádh
'S tú mo choill, choill, choill
'S tú mo choill gaineach ban
'S tú mo ghiolla dubh ar luaimh
Os ar ucht tú 'bheith slan
Ó, níl agam ar a' t-saol
Ach an aon fear amháin
A chuir Aoife faoi shiúil
'S ar bord an "Man-of-War"
'S tú mo choill, choill, choill
'S tú mo choill gaineach ban
'S tú mo ghiolla dubh ar luaimh
Os ar ucht tú 'bheith slan
Nuair a théimse faoi shiúil
'S d'fhág mo rún leabaí fáin
Nuair a chuala mé mo rún
A bheith ar chúl na dtonn tréann
'S tú mo choill, choill, choill
'S tú mo choill gaineach ban
'S tú mo ghiolla dubh ar luaimh
Os ar ucht tú 'bheith slan
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2. |
Siúil a Rún
02:56
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I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
Until every tear would turn a mill
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
For to buy my love a sword of steel
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rún
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red
And 'round the world I'll beg my bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance
If he e'er comes back, 'tis but a chance
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
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3. |
Am Buachaille Ban
03:25
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Och, ochan a righ
Gura tinn an galair an gradh
Chan eil neach air am bi
Nach saoil gura seach dainn gach la
Gunn bhrist e mo chridh
'S gun sgaoil e cuislean mo shlaint
Bhith 'g amharc ad dheidh
A gheug a'bhrollaich ghil bhain
Ghil bhain
A bhuachaille bhain
Ma 's aill leat labhairt air thuis
Gura leatsa gun dail mo lamh
Ma thig thu rim dluth
Gur truagh mar ta
Nach d'tharlaidh mis'agus thu
An eilein gun truagh
Gun ramh, gun choite, gun stiuir
Gun stiuir
Na faiceadh sibh geug
'S i 'g eirigh maduinn chiuin cheo
Le pearsa dha reiri iu
Ceudan mhealladh 'nan doigh
Gur binne do bheul
Na teudan thidheall ri ceol
Nach truagh leat mi 'd dheidh
Leam fhein air cnoc ri bron
Ri bron
Och, ochan a righ
Gura tinn an galair an gradh
Chan eil neach air am bi
Nach saoil gura seach dainn gach la
Gunn bhrist e mo chridh
'S gun sgaoil e cuislean mo shlaint
Bhith 'g amharc ad dheidh
A gheug a'bhrollaich ghil bhain
Ghil bhain
Ghil bhain
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4. |
Reynardine
02:54
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One evening as I rambled
Among the springing thyme
I overheard a young woman
Converse with Reynardine
Her hair was black, her eyes were blue
Her lips as red as wine
And he smiled as he looked upon them
Did the sly, bold Reynardine
She said, "Young man, be civil,
My company forsake,
For to my good opinion
I fear you are a rake."
"Oh no, my dear, I am no rake,
Brought up in Venus' train,
But I'm searching for concealment
All from the judge's men."
Her cherry cheeks and her ruby lips
They lost their former dye
And she fell into his arms there
All on the mountain high
He kissed her once and he kissed her twice
Till she came to again
And modestly she asked him
"Pray, tell to me your name."
He said, "If you should look for me,
Perhaps you'll not me find,
But I'll be in my castle,
Enquire for Reynardine."
Day and night she followed him
His eyes so bright did shine
And he led her over the mountains
Did the sly, bold Reynardine
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5. |
Donal agus Morag
02:08
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Bhí móran daoine uasal ann
Bhí tuatanaigh na h-Alban ann
Bhí 'n maistir scoile 'san ministir ann
Bhí an laoch Mac Amhlaigh ann
Dónal, 'se Dónal
'Se Dónal a rinne an bhainis
Dónal agus Mórag
A rinne an bhainis ainmeil
Bhí cearcan ann, is bhí geoidh ann
Bhí corr is dosean sgairbh ann
Seo bha iad is bhí car bí ann
'Sé cearc na n-éan a b'fhearr dhiubh ann
Bhí bradáin 's bric on Éirne ann
Is flúirse feoil na bhfia n-éan ann
Feol mart is lao, ba bhlasta bhí
Bhí uanfheol friochta is oisfheoil ann
Bhí 'n dí go fial 's go fairsing ann
Bhí brannda is fíon na Spáinne ann
Bhí póitín stil is mead le mil
Bhí beoir is leann na h-Éireann ann
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