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06 Feb 21 - 07:42 PM (#4091880) Subject: Lyr Add: A From: RunrigFan Bho'n dh'fhàg mi'n tir 's am b'eaolach mi Gur mór mo bhròn 's mo chaoidh Chan fhaic mo nis na cnocanan Na sluichd agus na h-uilt Gur fada bho mo chàirdean mi Ach 's làidir is 'nam chuimhn' 'S na guthan chuireadh fàilt' orm An dràsda mi cha chluinn 'S na cnocan àrda duatharrach A shuathas anns na nèoil Chan eil 's an tir nas bòidhch' na iad Le fraoch orra mar chleochd 'S gun dùn am bàs mo shùilean-sa 'S nach fhaic 's nach cluinn mu'n còrr Bi mi' uidh 's an Eilean Sgiathanach A dh'àraich mi o m'òig Nuair dhealras grian an t-shamhraidh Air na bruthaichean as àill' 'S a chi thu fa's na flùraichhean As boidhche fo na nèoil Chan fhacas riamh leo' gàradair No làmh cha deach nan còir Ach 'fàs o bhuidhean nàduir Tha gach tom, gach lus, gach ròd Is fhada bho'n àite mi 'S an d'fhuair mi m' àrach og Is fhada bho'n a Ghàidhlig mi A bàrdachd is a cèol Cha chluinn mi bhith cuir fàilt' orm Le "Ciamar tha thu shèoid?" 'S gu bràth mi dhith cha dhi-chuimhnich Gun caradh mi fo'n fhòd 'S an t-Aodann Bàn cha'n fhàg mi e Gun rann chur as a dheidh Tha móran dhe mo chàirdean ann 'S ann as a tha mi féin Tha ann an tàmh mo phàrantan A thog 's a leig mo chèis 'S cho fad 's a bhios ann àit aca Bi àit' agam dha'n teid Written by Calum MacFarlane music.apple.com › album › nuair-bha-mi-òg https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/Arthur-Cormack-Nuair-Bha-Mi-Og-CASSETTE-Gaelic-singing/371817870776?hash=item56921275b8:g:LWIAAOxyUrZS28fn The tune is from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84H4tTFDa9Q |
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06 Feb 21 - 07:42 PM (#4091881) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: An t-Aodainn Ban From: RunrigFan Since I left the land of my youth Great is my sadness and yearning Now I never see the hillocks The hollows or the pools I am far from my friends Although I remember them well And the voices which welcomed me Are now no longer heard The high shady hills With their peaks in the clouds There is nothing more beautiful in the land When they are cloaked in heather Until death closes my eyes And I hear and see no more I will long for the Isle of Skye Where I spent my youth When the summer sun shines On the beautiful banks And you see the flowers growing The prettiest under the sun They have never seen a gardener And no hand ever cultivated them But growing from the world of nature Is every bush, flower and rose I am far from the place Where I was brought up I am far from the Gaelic tongue The poetry and the music I am no longer welcomed With the words "How are you, friend?" And I will never forget my homeland Until I lie in the grave I cannot leave Edinbaine Without composing a verse in its honor Many of my friends are there And I belong there myself It is there that my parents reside Who have guided my life's steps And as long as they live there There will be a welcome there for me |
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11 Feb 21 - 11:14 PM (#4092706) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: An t-Aodainn Ban From: RunrigFan The melody is familiar too |
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01 Dec 21 - 05:09 PM (#4127757) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: An t-Aodainn Ban From: RunrigFan only verson i seen |
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01 Dec 21 - 09:38 PM (#4127770) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: An t-Aodainn Ban From: Felipa correction to the first line: Bho'n dh'fhàg mi 'n tìr 'sam b'eòlach mi (eòlach is correct, not eaolach) |