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from Altan - Island Angel (1993)
A 'nion mhin o, sin anall na fir shuiri
A mhaithair mhin o, cuir na roithlean go dti me Curfa: Chorus (after each verse): Dulaman na binne bui, dulaman Gaelach Dulaman na farraige, 's e b'fhearr a bhi in Eirinn Ta cosa dubha dubailte ar an dulaman gaelach Ta dha chluais mhaol ar an dulaman gaelach Rachaimid go Doire leis an dulaman gaelach Is ceannoimid broga daora ar an dulaman gaelach Broga breaca dubha ar an dulaman gaelach Ta bearead agus trius ar an dulaman gaelach O chuir me sceala chuici, go gceannoinn cior di 'S e'n sceal a chuir si chugam, go raibh a ceann ciortha Goide a thug na tire thu? arsa an dulaman gaelach Ag suiri le do nion, arsa an dulaman maorach O cha bhfaigheann tu mo 'nion, arsa an dulaman gaelach Bheul, fuadoidh me liom i, arsa an dulaman maorach |
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from Altan - Island Angel (1993)
Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom Being on the twenty-third of June Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom I heard a thrush singing on yon bush And the song she sang was the jug of punch What more pleasure can a boy desire Than sitting down, oh beside the fire What more pleasure can a boy desire Than sitting down, oh beside the fire And in his hand, oh a jug of punch And on his knee a tidy wench When I am dead and left in my mold At my head and feet place a flowing bowl When I am dead and left in my mold At my head and feet place a flowing bowl And every young man that passes by He can have a drink and remember I Being on the twenty-third of June Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom Being on the twenty-third of June Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom I heard a thrush singing on yon bush And the song she sang was the jug of punch 1 |
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from Altan - Blackwater (2003)
Ta me 'mo shui
O d'eirigh an ghealach areir Ag cur teineadh sios gan scith 'S a fadu go gear Ta bunadh a' ti 'na lui 'S ta mise liom fein Ta na coiligh ag glaoch 'S ta 'n saol ina gcodladh ach me Sheacht mh'anam deag do bheal Do mhalai 's do ghrua Do shuil ghorm ghle gheal Fa'r threig me aiteas is suairc Le cumhaidh i do dhiaidh ni leir dom An bealach a shiul Is a charaid mo chleibh Ta na sleibhte ag gabhail idir me 's tu Deireann lucht leinn Gur cloite an galar an gra Char admhaigh me e no go raibh se 'Ndiaidh mo chroi 'stigh a chra Aicid ro-ghear, faraor Nar sheachnaigh me i Chuir si arraing 's cead go gear Frid cheartlar mo chroi Casadh bean si domh thios Ag Lios Bheal an Ath' 'S d'fhiafraigh me dithe An scaoilfeadh glais ar bith gra 'Se duirt si os iseal I mbriathra soineanta samh Nuair a theann se fan chroi Cha scaoiltear as e go brach |
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from Altan - Blackwater (2003)
One evening fair to take the air
Down by Blackwaterside 'Twas a-gazing all around me That the Irish lad I spied All through the far part of the night We did lie in sport and play When this young man arose and gathered his clothes Saying, "Fare thee well today" That's not the promise that you gave to me When you lay on my breast You could make me believe with your lying words That the sun rose in the west Go home, go home to your father's garden Go home and weep your fill And think on your own misfortune You brought on with your want and will For there's not a girl in this whole wide world As easily led as I And when fishes can fly and the seas run dry It is then that you'll marry I It is then that you'll marry I |
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from Altan - Runaway Sunday (2003)
Suil ghorm, uisce fomhair
Craiceann chailce, sneachta gheimhridh Folt fonn, corna shamhraidh Cumha poige, blath an earraigh Your blue eyes, autumn water Pure white skin like winter snow Your fair hair, summer barley Scented kisses, spring flowers Ar imeall na mara a ghluais muid le cheile Is thog muid ar nglorthai go hard leis na speartha Ceo maidne, seidean gaoithe Anam saortha, sruth 's taoide Gealach iomlan, spear na hoiche Loinnear realta, aoibh an ghaire Your smile shines through the morning mist Lifts the soul light as a feather And the moon glows in the darkest night Distant stars are yours forever Ar imeall na mara a ghluais muid le cheile Is thog muid ar nglorthai go hard leis na speartha Suil ghorm, uisce fomhair Craiceann chailce, sneachta gheimhridh Folt fonn, corna shamhraidh Cumha poige, blath an earraigh |
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from Altan - Runaway Sunday (2003)
I wish my love was a red, red rose growing in yon garden fair
And I to be the gardener, of her I would take care There's not a month throughout the year, that my love I'd renew I'd garnish her with flowers fine, sweet William, Thyme and Rue I wish I was a butterfly, I'd light on my love's breast And if I was a blue cuckoo, I'd sing my love to rest And if I was a nightingale, I'd sing the daylight clear I'd sit and sing for you, Molly, for once I loved you dear I wish I was in Dublin town and seated on the grass In my right hand, a jug of punch, and on my knee, a lass I'd call for liquor freely and I'd pay before I'd go I'd roll my Molly in my arms, let the wind blow high or low |
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from Altan - Runaway Sunday (2003)
A moment in time, rosin the bow
Sound the strings of years ago A sunlit room at Glenties fair A traveller plays a haunting air A story told, the laughter peel The fiddler strikes another reel The music lifts, the tapping toe The listeners call for "Sean sa Cheo" Feel his art lift the heart Sense the spirits rise and fall A fiddler plays in Donegal The story resounds, the tune rings on The given note, the given song And now a child lifts the master's bow A moment in time from years ago Feel his art lift the heart Sense the spirits rise and fall A fiddler plays in Donegal |
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from Altan - Runaway Sunday (2003)
S a Chiti Ni Eadhra
Nach nair mar a d'imigh tu uaim 'S an chroi ata 'mo lar Gur fhag tu chomh dubh leis an ghual Ni iarrfainn aon spas ar an Ard Ri 'Sna Flaitheas anuas Ach cead troda leis an bhas Gach la sular imigh tu uaim 'S ta dha cheann an ti 'Na lui 'ta'n lar gan doigh O d'imigh an bhean chaoin Faraor, a bhi soineanta coir Nior fhan si agam ach tri raithe Amhain bhi ba ghiorra na an uair Och nach e mo lean gear Gur fagadh i sinte san uaigh Is a Chiti, mo mhian Nach aoibhinn duitse bheith ar lar Ata i bhFlaitheas na Naomh 'Bhfuil na milte anam gan smal Is chan mar a bimse 'ta gui 'S ag osnai gach trath No i dTalamh na Naomh Ata rogha mo charaid thar mhna |
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from Altan - Runaway Sunday (2003)
Time has passed
You have gone Your tune is played I must carry on Darkness falls You send the light Love is here I must carry on Chorus: Mo ghra go deo Ilar mo chroi Mo ghra go deo Fhad a bheas me beo I open to the world The world will give No one's alone I must carry on In God I love In love I believe I believe in you I must carry on (Chorus 2x) Winter is cold Spring melts the snow Love is renewed I must carry on |
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from Altan - Another Sky (2003)
There's naught but care on every hand
In every hour that passes oh What signifies the life of man If it were not for the lassies oh Chorus (after each verse): Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes oh The sweetest hours that ever I spent Are spent among the lassies oh The worldly race may riches chase And riches still may fly them oh And though at last they catch them fast Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them oh Give me a cannie hour at e'en My arms around my dearie oh The wisest man the world e'er saw He dearly loved the lassies oh Old nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes oh Her apprentice hand she tried on man Then she made the lassies oh Green grow the rushes Green grow the rushes |
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from Altan - Another Sky (2003)
With a wave of her hand and her sparkling eye
My island girl waved me goodbye For another country in another time For another life under another sky But don't just cut off your heart keep it open and sure Keep it free from hurt and keep an open door And let the spirit of love that united our soul Be a gentle dove and guide you to your goal And I'll go to that stream and I'll sing my own prayer That my island girl shall be safe everywhere Sing away while you can and before very long The coming tide brings the chosen one And there is a hope and there is a peace In that ancient land where my angel sleeps And when your river runs high Let it flow, let it flow It's your time with life to let your garden grow And when your burden gets rough Let it go, let it go Let your strength return on every breeze that blows Through that ancient land, through eternity O, my island girl, remember me For your life has its course and you never can say Who you'll meet and marry along your way But be sure from the start that the cities behind Love the lands living heart and breath eternal time And when your river runs dry and your halo is torn Drink the living stream in the calm of the dawn And may you travel in peace And may your children be blessed And your mind released and your soul caressed In that faraway land where my spirit flies To my island girl under those ancient skies And with a wave of her hand and her sparkling eye My island girl bid me goodbye For another dream in another time For another life under another sky |
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from Altan - Another Sky (2003)
Fare you well, my own true love
Farewell for a while I am going away but I'll be back If I go ten thousand miles Ten thousand miles, my own true love Ten thousand miles or more And the rocks may melt and the seas may burn If I no more return Oh don't you see yon lonesome dove Sitting on yon ivy tree She is weeping for her own true love As I shall weep for mine Oh come back, my own true love And stay a while with me If I had a friend all on this earth You have been a friend to me |
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from Altan - Another Sky (2003)
If you're traveling in the north country fair
Where the wind stands heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine If you go when the snowflakes storm When rivers freeze and summer ends Please see if she has a coat so warm To keep her from the howling winds Please see for me if her hair hangs long If it rolls and flows all down her breast Please see for me if her hair hangs long For that's the way I remember her best I wonder if she remembers me at all Day and night I've often prayed In the darkness of my night And in the brightness of my day |
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from Altan - Another Sky (2003)
As I roved out one evening fair
By the verdant braes of Screen I set my back to a hawthorn tree To view the sun in the west country And the dew on the forest green A lad I spied by Abhann's side And a maiden by his knee And he was as dark as the very brown wood And she all whey and wan to see All whey and wan was she "Oh sit you down on the grass," he said "On the dewy grass so green For the wee birds all have come and gone Since I my true love have seen," he said "Since I my true love have seen" "Then I'll not sit on the grass," she said "Nor be a love of thine For I hear you love a Connaught maid And your heart's no longer mine," she said "And your heart's no longer mine" "And I will climb a high, high tree And I'll rob a wild bird's nest And back I'll bring whatever I do find To the arms that I love best," she said "To the arms that I love best" |
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from Altan - The Blue Idol (2002)
The trees, they grow high, and the leaves, they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I've seen Many an hour I watched him all alone He's young but he's daily growing Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong You have married me to a boy who is too young I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen He's young but he's daily growing Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong I have married you to a great lord's son And he will be a man for you when I am dead and gone He's young but he's daily growing Father, dear father, if you see fit We'll send him to college for another year yet I'll tie a blue ribbon all around his head To let the maidens know that he is married One day I was looking over my father's castle wall I spied all the boys playing with a ball And my own true love, he was the flower of them all He's young but he's daily growing And so early in the morning at the dawning of the day They went into a hayfield for to have some sport and play And what they did there she never would declare But she never more complained of his growing At the age of fourteen he was a married man At the age of fifteen, the father of my son At the age of sixteen, his grave, it was green And death had put an end to his growing I'll buy my love some flannel, I'll make my love a shroud And every stitch I put in it, the tears, they'll pour down Amd every stitch I put in it, how the tears, they will flow Cruel fate has put an end to his growing |
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from Altan - The Blue Idol (2002)
Uncle Rat went out to ride
Kitty alone, Kitty alone Uncle Rat went out to ride Kitty alone and I Uncle Rat went out to ride Sword and buckle by his side Ma cax macari duck and a dil Kitty alone and I Lady Mouse, will marry me? Kitty alone, Kitty alone Lady Mouse, will marry me? Kitty alone and I Lady Mouse, will marry me? Ask my Uncle Rat, says she Ma cax macari duck and a dil Kitty alone and I Uncle Rat, will you marry Lady Mouse? Kitty alone, Kitty alone Uncle Rat, will you marry Lady Mouse? Kitty alone and I Uncle Rat, will you marry Lady Mouse? Yes, kind sir, and half my house Ma cax macari duck and a dil Kitty alone and I Lady Mouse, where will the wedding be? Kitty alone, Kitty alone Lady Mouse, where will the wedding be? Kitty alone and I Lady Mouse, where will the wedding be? Ask my Uncle Rat, says she Ma cax macari duck and a dil Kitty alone and I Uncle Rat, where will the wedding be? Kitty alone, Kitty alone Uncle Rat, where will the wedding be? Kitty alone and I Uncle Rat, where will the wedding be? Up at the top of a holly tree Ma cax macari duck and a dil Kitty alone and I |
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from Altan - The Blue Idol (2002)
This pretty young maid I seek far and wide
My heartache each morn with her I don't meet When I go to the bar, the dance hall or fete But I'd follow her trail in the dead of the night Chorus: Now you're the young man that travels afar Find me a gem I can have as my wife Never yearn or pine for flocks or for kine And I'll conjure plan that will charm her life Have her youthful and fair with no worry or care Patient and wise in affairs of all kind Modest and mild, without too much pride That is my love if she hadn't a dime (Chorus) Let no blemish or shame be attached to her name Honest in heart and gentle in mien No hatred or vice to be heard in her voice But cheerful and smiling from morning 'til night (Chorus) And I'll charm her life |
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from Altan - The Blue Idol (2002)
When first I went a sea-apprentice bound
I sailed the salt seas all 'round and 'round I scarce had sailed a voyage but one When I fell in love with my charming Anne I went to my captain both stout and bold And unto him my secret told I love yon lass as I love my life What would I give if she were my wife? Well, the captain said, "You're a foolish boy For to court a girl that you'll ne'er enjoy For she'll have lovers while you're at sea And she'll be married e're you'll be free" Well, I don't know but I'll go and try For she might fancy an apprentice boy And she might alter her mind for me And wait on me until I be free Well, I bought her ribbons, I bought her gloves These things to prove of a heart that loves She accepted all and she was not shy And she vowed to wait for her apprentice boy When my ship is anchored and my work is over I'll steer my barque for sweet Erin's shore In my native country, my love I'll enjoy And she'll welcome home her apprentice boy So come all you sea-apprentices where e'er you be Never slight your true love while you're at sea Just love her as you love your life And she'll consent to become your wife |
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from Les titres essentiels celtiques (2003)
Bhi moran daoine uasal ann
Bhi tuatanaigh na h-Alban ann Bhi 'n maistir scoile 'san ministir ann Bhi an laoch Mac Amhlaigh ann Curfa: Donal, 'se Donal 'Se Donal a rinne an bhainis Donal agus Morag A rinne an bhainis ainmeil Bhi cearcan ann, is bhi geoidh ann Bhi corr is dosean sgairbh ann Seo bha iad is bhi car bi ann 'Se cearc na n-ean a b'fhearr dhiubh ann Curfa Bhi bradain 's bric on Eirne ann Is fluirse feoil na bhfia n-ean ann Feol mart is lao, ba bhlasta bhi Bhi uanfheol friochta is oisfheoil ann Curfa Bhi 'n di go fial 's go fairsing ann Bhi brannda is fion na Spainne ann Bhi poitin stil is mead le mil Bhi beoir is leann na h-Eireann ann (Curfa 4x) |
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