Subject: Lyr Add: EDGE OF THE WHITE ROCK / BRUACH NA CARRAI
From:
mg
Date: 27 Apr 10 - 12:07 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nWbIXz6u4s
Not easy but very beautiful. From the Blasket Islands of Ireland..where I am suspecting my ggm might have come from. mg
The Edge of The White Rock (Bruach na Carraige Baine)
(Brook nah kar-ig-aah bawn- ah)
This beautiful love song originates from the Blasket Islands off the coast of Corca Dhuibhne in southwest Kerry. A great deal of music has come to us from these six small islands during the last century, much of it is believed to be rooted in much older traditions of this close knit community.
O's thiar cois abhainn gan bhreag gan dabht, ta an ainnir chiuin tais mhanla
Gur gile ar a com i na an eala ar an dtonn o bhaithis go bonn a broige,
Is i an staidbhean i a chraigh mo chroi agus d'fhag si m'intinn bronach,
Is leigheas le fail nil agam go brach, o dhiultaigh mo ghra geal domhsa
Is fearr liom fhein na Eire mhor na saighreas Ri ns Spainne,
Go mbeinnse is tusa i lub na finne i gcoillte s' i bhfad onar gcairde,
O mise is tusa bheith posta a ghra le haon-toil athar is mathar,
A mhaighdean og is milse pog gur tu grian na carraige baine
A stuaire an chinn chailce mas dual gan tu a bheith agam, beidh coir ort a thaithneoidh le do chairde
Idir sioda agus hata o bhonn go barr gach ni insan gcathair da haille
Beidh do bholacht a casadh gach neoin chuin an bhaile, ceol binn ag d'eachaibh ar bhanta,
Beidh or ar do ghlaice is coiste ag tarraingt go bruach na carraige baine
The Edge of the White Rock (Bruach na Carraige Baine)
I would prefer than all of Ireland and the wealth of the King of Spain,
That you and I were in a beautiful nook in the woods far from our friends,
Oh, if only you and I were married, love, with the blessing of our parents,
My beloved of the sweetest kiss, you are the sun of the white rock.
Oh, fair-haired, handsome woman, if you are not destined for me, your friends will care for you,
With silk and hats from head to toe and the most beautiful of all that can be bought in town,
Your cattle will be driven home every evening, and your horses will make sweet sounds in the fields,
You will have gold in your hand and you will have a carriage to bring you to the edge of the white rock.
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