Interesting that this thread should be revived just as I'm listening to Altan's version (from their new CD "Local Ground", Narada 2005). Their title is "Amhran Pheadair Bhreathnaigh" (as was Miighread Ni Dhomhnaill's).

What's special is that Altan have thoughtfully provided a singable translation which I'll post here. It has a few scansion problems, and doesn't mention the Rosses, but I think it's a good start and I'll try to come up with a workable version.


Once while making a tour in haste to view all the sights so fair
By the Northern Isles I was bound like a deer being pursued by hounds.

Said the people who stood by the bay when I arrived on the pier
It shows from the grief on your face you're a man who is haunted by fear.

A handsome young female I met whose sharp words cut me to the core
If you're the one who has harmed a young maid your actions I do deplore.

On the mainland I saw a young man who was fleeing barefooted in awe
I'm thinking that you're the young man that is closely pursued by law.

I answered this pretty young maid as she seemed to take heed of my tale
Stop now from speaking in jest, I'm not one of the type you claim.

But come and sit closer to me and act just the same as I
Or I'll go straight and leave you in grief and reach the mainland in one leap.

Our talk became lonely and sad and this young maiden said to me
Where could a strong glass be had that would rid us of all our woes?

There's an alehouse alongside the road where there's always a glass to spare
You go now and rap on the board and it won't cost you the fare.

The drink flowed freely galore was the popular brew in the land
And if I drank "Galun Ui Dhomhnaill" my store would be taken in hand.


Cheers,
Michael