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Subject: Lyr Req: Abhainn mhór na Déise From: GUEST,Séamus Date: 14 May 13 - 06:13 PM Has anyone lyrics of Nioclás Tóibín's "Abhainn mhór na Déise"? It might be known simply as "An Abhainn Mhór". Many thanks , Séamus |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Abhainn mhór na Déise From: GUEST Date: 14 May 13 - 08:14 PM Is this it? Cois Abha Moire Na nDiese 1. Is róbhreá an dúthaigh ina mbéarfainn liom thú Ar chois Abha Móire na nDéise. Mar a mbíonn an smóilín is an lon go ceolmhar 'S fia na mbeann á thraochadh ann. Bíonn torthaí cumhra ann ar chrannaibh á lúbadh 'S mil na gciar á thaoscadh ann; An chuach gan amhras i dtúis an tsamhraidh 'S an traonach ag labhairt sa bhféar glas. Ná pós aon smíste de bhodach críonna Nó ní bheidh sé choíche ach ag plé leat. Ag troid is ag bruíon leat de ló is d'oíche 'S ag casadh gníomhartha an tsaoil leat. A chuid is a mhaoineach tuigirse i d'intinn Gurb é seo an fhírinne a léim duit. Ach gaibh le stuaire ó Chois Abha Móire Ná ligfeadh a ghruaim le haoinne. Is inis do d'athair nó do do mháthair, Cé acu ab fhearr leat féineach Mar ná fuilimse falsa, bocht ná cráite 'S ná raghad ar scáth aon scéil leat Ach tá mé in amhras ná fuilirse i ngrá liom Ar a mhairfíd go brách sa saol so Mar d'imrís táiplis i bhfochair na bhfear ngalánta Lucht Laidin' ard is Gréigis'. It's a wonderful country that l'd take you to By the Blackwater in the Decies Where the thrush and the blackbird are singing And they hunt the wild deer in the mountains. The fruit on the trees is abundant And the honey teems in the hives. The cuckcoo sings in the summer there And the comcrake still makes his shrill cries. Now don't you wed a surly old man For he'll never give over his carping, Nagging and moaning by night and by day And accusing you of sky-larking. My dearest dear, now listen here, The truth to you I'm telling: Just wed a fine Blackhwater man. Vou'll never rue your wedding. Now tell your Da and tell your Ma The man you choose to marry, For I'm not false nor poor nor sad And I'll not pretend nor tarry. But I'll think you're not in love with me, I'll wager my life it's true. For you're playing draughts with the local toffs Who know Greek and Latin too. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Abhainn mhór na Déise From: GUEST,Séamus Date: 15 May 13 - 03:52 AM It is indeed, many thanks! I heard it on Raidió na Gaeltachta's 'Ceol Binn óna Beanna' yesterday evening. Not including Cois in the title would have impeded my search for lyrics! Many thanks, Séamus |
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