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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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