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Clannad( An Clann )
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Coinleach Ghlas An Fhomhair
[from gerard manning's list of clannad lyrics]
I.
Ar chonnlaigh ghlais an fhoghmhair
A st鏙r璯 gur dhearc m?uaim
Ba deas do chos i mbr鏙g
'sba r?dheas do leagan siubhail.
Do ghruaidh ar dhath na r鏀a?'sdo chrn璯?bh?fighte dlth
Monuar gan sinn '嫫 bp鏀adh
N?r b鏎d luinge 'triall 'un siubhail.
Ii.
T?buachaill?na h-壾te seo
A' gartha 'gus ag 嶯rghe teann
Is lucht na gcoch嫕 嫫d
A' de嫕amh f嫫uis do mo chail璯 donn
D?ngluaiseadh r?na sp壾nne
Thar s壾le 's a shl鏙ghte cruinn
Bhrghfinn f嶧r is f嫳ach
's bh嶯nn ar l壾mh le mo chail璯 donn.
Iii.
Ceannacht buaibh ar aontaigh'
D?mb璯n agus mo chail璯 donn
Gluais is tar a ch嶧d-searc
N?go dt嶯dh muid thar ghaoth-bearra 'nonn
Go sgartar ?n-a ch嶯le
B嫫r na gcraobh 's an eala 鏮 tuinn
N?sgarfar sin ?ch嶯le
's n璱 ach baois d燢h ?chur 'n mur gcionn.
Iv.
Chuir m?leitir scr甐bhtha
Annsoir mo sweetheart agus casaoid gh嶧r
Chuir s?chugam ar疄 ?Go rabh a croidhe istuigh i l嫫 mo chl嶯bh.
Cum na h-eala is m璯e
N?n s甐da 's n?cluimh na n-嶧n
Nach trom an osna ghn璥-se
Nuair a smaoitighim ar a bheith 'sgaradh l嶯.
V.
's?chuala m/e d?domhnaigh
Mar ch鏔hr墂h 'gabh壾l eadar mhn壾bh
Go rabh s?'gabh壾l 'a p鏀adh
Ar 鏙gfhear d?bhfuil san 壾t.
A st鏙r璯 glac mo chomhairle
's a' foghmhar seo fan mar t?'s cha leigim le 'bhfuil beo th?A st鏎 n?'s t?mo ghr墂h.
Translation
[from larry keith ogle]
On the green stubble-fields of autumn
I saw you, my sweetheart.
Nice were your feet in shoes
And wonderful your nimble gait.
Your hair the color of roses
And your ringlets tightly plaited
Alas that we're not married
Or on board ship sailing away
The boys around here are
Laughing and getting bold
And the people of the high straw?
Are making ?? of my brown girl
If the king of spain would
Go abroad with his assembled men
I would flatten grass and rank grass
And i would be with my brown girl
Buying cows at the fair
If i were ? and my brown girl
Go and come first love
Until we go over to gaoth-bearra
Until we separate from each other
The tops of the branches and the swan
From the waves ?
That won't separate us
And it's only folly for you to put it ??
I wrote a letter
To my sweetheart and a sharp complaint
She sent it back to me
That her heart was inside me.
Compose the artsswannoble person ?
Finer than silk or bird feathers
Heavy is my sigh
When i think of being apart from her.
What i heard on sunday
As conversation among the women
That she was going to be married
To a young man from the place.
Sweetheart take my advice
And this autumn stay as you are
And don't tell anyone, my love,
That you are my love.
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