LA ABADÍA DEL ESCOCÉS
LA ABADÍA DEL ESCOCÉS
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Ar m'éirí dom ar maidin,
Grian an tsamhradh a' taitneamh,
Chuala 'n uaill á casadh,
'Gus ceol binn na n-éan:
Broc is míolta gearra,
Creabhair na ngoba fada,
Fuaim ag an macalla,
'Gus lámhach gunnaí tréan.
An sionnach rua ar an gcarraig,
Míle liú ag marcaigh,
Is bean go dubhach sa mbealach
Ag direamh a cuid gé.
Anois tá 'n choill á gearradh,
Triallfaimid thar caladh;
Is a Sheán Uí Dhuibhir an Ghleanna,
Tá tú gan ghéim
Is é sin m'uaigneas fada
scáth mo chluas á ghearradh,
An ghaoth aduaidh dom leathadh.
'Gus bás ins an spéir:
Mo ghadhairín suairc a cheangal
Gan cead híth á aistíocht';
A bhaineadh gruaim den leanbh,
I meán ghil' an lae.
Croí na huaisle ar an gcarraig,
Go ceafach buacach beannach,
A thiocfadh suas ar aiteann ,
Go lá deireadh 'n tsaoil.
'S dá bhfaighinnse suaimhneas tamall
Ó dhaoine uaisle 'n bhaile,
Do thriallfainn féin ar Ghaillimh
Is d'fhágfainn an scléip.
How oft at sunny morning
Sunlight all adorning
I hear the horn give warning
'Mid the birds mellow call.
Badgers flee before us
Woodcocks startle o'er us
And guns give ringing chorus
'Mid the echoes all.
The fox runs higher and higher
Huntsmen shouting nigh her
A maiden lying by her fowl
Left wounded in his gore.
Now they fell the wildwood
Farewell home of childhood
Sean O Duibhir an Gleanna
Your day it is o'er.
'Tis my sorrow sorest
Sad the falling forest
The north wind brings me no rest
And death is in the sky.
My noble hounds tied tightly
Never sporting brightly
Would make a child laugh lightly
With a tear in its eye.
The antlered noble-hearted
Stags are never started
Never chased nor parted
From the furzy field.
If peace comes but a small way
I'll journey down to Galway
I'll leave, but not for always
My Erin of ills.
Estoy nostálgico, ¿pasa algo?
Grian an tsamhradh a' taitneamh,
Chuala 'n uaill á casadh,
'Gus ceol binn na n-éan:
Broc is míolta gearra,
Creabhair na ngoba fada,
Fuaim ag an macalla,
'Gus lámhach gunnaí tréan.
An sionnach rua ar an gcarraig,
Míle liú ag marcaigh,
Is bean go dubhach sa mbealach
Ag direamh a cuid gé.
Anois tá 'n choill á gearradh,
Triallfaimid thar caladh;
Is a Sheán Uí Dhuibhir an Ghleanna,
Tá tú gan ghéim
Is é sin m'uaigneas fada
scáth mo chluas á ghearradh,
An ghaoth aduaidh dom leathadh.
'Gus bás ins an spéir:
Mo ghadhairín suairc a cheangal
Gan cead híth á aistíocht';
A bhaineadh gruaim den leanbh,
I meán ghil' an lae.
Croí na huaisle ar an gcarraig,
Go ceafach buacach beannach,
A thiocfadh suas ar aiteann ,
Go lá deireadh 'n tsaoil.
'S dá bhfaighinnse suaimhneas tamall
Ó dhaoine uaisle 'n bhaile,
Do thriallfainn féin ar Ghaillimh
Is d'fhágfainn an scléip.
How oft at sunny morning
Sunlight all adorning
I hear the horn give warning
'Mid the birds mellow call.
Badgers flee before us
Woodcocks startle o'er us
And guns give ringing chorus
'Mid the echoes all.
The fox runs higher and higher
Huntsmen shouting nigh her
A maiden lying by her fowl
Left wounded in his gore.
Now they fell the wildwood
Farewell home of childhood
Sean O Duibhir an Gleanna
Your day it is o'er.
'Tis my sorrow sorest
Sad the falling forest
The north wind brings me no rest
And death is in the sky.
My noble hounds tied tightly
Never sporting brightly
Would make a child laugh lightly
With a tear in its eye.
The antlered noble-hearted
Stags are never started
Never chased nor parted
From the furzy field.
If peace comes but a small way
I'll journey down to Galway
I'll leave, but not for always
My Erin of ills.
Estoy nostálgico, ¿pasa algo?
