Subject: Lyr Add: 'ic iain 'ic sheumais
From:
Sorcha
Date: 17 Mar 02 - 10:53 AM
'Ic Iain 'Ic Sheumais
( Traditional arr.R.MacDonald )
A Mhic Iain 'Ic Sheumais
Tha do sgeul air m'aire
Air fa ra ra lo,air fa ra ra lo
Latha Blar a' Cheithe
Bha feum air mo leanamh
A hi eile fe o hiri si bho horo hu o
Fal eile bho hiri si bho ho fal eile bho
Latha Blar a' Cheithe
Bha feum air mo leanamh,
Latha Blar na Feitheadh
Bha do leine na ballan,
Latha Blar na Feitheadh
Bha do leine na ballan, ...
Bha fuil do chuim chubhraidh
A drudhadh ro'n anart, ...
Bha fuil do chuim chubhraidh
A drudhadh ro'n anart, ...
Bha fuil do chuirp uasail
Air uachdair gach fearainn, ...
Bha fuil do chuirp uasail
Air uachdair gach fearainn, ...
Cuma nach do ghabh thu am bristeadh
Latha ligeadh na fala ? ...
Bho 'n latha thug thu an cuan ort
Bha gruaim air na beannaibh, ...
Bha snigh air na speuran
'S bha na reultan galach, ...
Nam biodh agam curaidh
Gun cuirinn air chuan i, ...
Fiach a faighinn naidheachd
No brath an duin uasail, ...
A Mhic Iain 'Ic Sheumais
Tha do sgeul air m'aire, ...
Latha Blar a' Cheithe
Bha feum air mo leanamh, ...
Translation
Son of Iain , Son of Seumas
Son of Iain,son of Seumas
News of you weighs heavy
The Day of the Battle of the Ceith
my nursling was needed
The Day of the Battle of the Ceith
my nursling was needed
The Day of the Battle of the Runnel
Your shirt was blotted
The Day of the Battle of the Runnel
Your shirt was blotted
The blood of your sweet bosom
Was soaking through the linen
The blood of your sweet bosom
Was soaking through the linen
The blood of your noble body
On the surface of the country
The blood of your noble body
On the surface of the country
How were you not broken
On the day of the blood-letting?
Since the day you took to the ocean
darkness has lain on the mountains
The skies look gloomly
The stars have grown murky
If I had a coracle
I'd put it on the ocean
To try and get tidings
Or word of the noble
Son of Iain,son of Seumas
News of you weighs heavy
The Day of the Battle of the Ceith
my nursling was needed
Note
The Battle of Carnish in North Uist , in 1601 , was part of a feud between the MacLeods of Harris and Dunvegan (Siol Tormaid) and the MacDonalds of Sleat, whose lands included North Uist. The victorious MacDonalds were led by Domhnall Mac Iain Mhic Sheumais (who was still alive in 1656 ), said to have been brought up by his foster-mother,Nic Coiseam, in Eriskay. He was wounded at the battle, and one of many traditions says that the song ( a waulking song ) was composed extempore by NicCoiseam and a company of women, as she pulled the arrows from his body. Blar a' Cheithe and Blar na Feitheadh are both probably alternative designations of the battle itself. taken from : Gair nan Clarsach-The Harp's Cry , Colm O'Baoill
(If it's already here, I apologize--I couldn't find it. No tune found.)
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