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14 Nov 23 - 02:18 PM (#4186898) Subject: Gaelic song From: GUEST,Len Kennington This song is on the opening titles of a Highlands documentary, and reprised at about the six minute mark - anyone know what it is (probably only plays in the UK) https://movingimage.nls.uk/film/2696?search_term=two%20men%20tiree&search_join_type=AND&search_fuzzy=yes |
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15 Nov 23 - 09:13 PM (#4186899) Subject: RE: Identify Gaelic song From: GUEST Can’t sign in Seann Oran Seilge |
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15 Nov 23 - 10:19 PM (#4186901) Subject: RE: Identify Gaelic song From: Hagman Link works down here in the colonies. Can't identify the song, but here's the film on YouTube, if that helps anyone access it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSVFjkQBoxc |
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15 Nov 23 - 11:16 PM (#4186900) Subject: RE: Identify Gaelic song From: GUEST,Rory Seann Oran Seilge (Old Hunting Song) Can be found in The Gaelic songster. An t-òranaiche, by Archibald Sinclair, 1879 The Gaelic songster 1879 The song was, according to Alexander Macdonald, written by Angus Cameron of Stratherrick. Here is a longer version on page 22 of Glen of the Bards Glen of the Bards p. 22 Sèist (Chorus - after each verse): Ho ro i a bhi o ho Chall eileadh a ro ho Horo i a bhi o ho Chall o ho ro bhi Ach a Thomais 'ic Uilleim Bu tu 'n companach munaidh Anns na coilltichean urrad Fhuair tu urram na seilg Gur a bhuidheach mi m' cheile Thug an gunn' a Dun-Eideann Dhomh-sa b'aithne do bheusan 'S cha bu leir dhomh do ghiamh 'S toigh leam airidh nam badan Far am b'eibhinn leam cadal 'S am biodh fasgadh ri gaillionn Aig aighean 's aig laoigh Agus frith nan damh donna 'S nan ceannardan troma Leam bu mhiann dol 'n an coinneamh 'N uair a chromadh a' ghrian Le m' chuilbhir caol cubhraidh Ann am achlais 'ga giulan Luaidh ghlas air a h-urlar Bheir tuill ur air am bian Spor thana gheur dhu-ghorm 'N deigh a glasadh 's a dluthadh 'Chuireadh sradag ri fudar 'N uair a lubainn mo mhiar Mharbhainn drachd agus lacha Agus tarmachan creachainn 'S earbag riabhach nam badan 'Theid roi 'n mhaduinn 'na fiamh OLD HUNTING SONG Ho ro i a bhi o ho Chall eileadh a ro ho Horo i a bhi o ho Chall o ho ro bhi O Thomas son of William You were my moorland companion In the high forests You wn renown in hunting I thank my servant Who brough the gun from Edinburgh I knew of your excellent quality And I saw no defect I like the wooded sheiling Where I was happy to sleep Where there would be shelter from storms For heifers and calves And the forest of the red stags Of the heavy antlered heads How I loved to meet with them At sunset With my slender, sweet powdered gun Carried under my arm Grey lead on the forest floor Would produce new holes in their hides On bending my finger The thin sharp blue-black gunflint Having locked and fired Would enflame the powder I would kill drake and wild duck And the ptarmigan of the mountain And the little roe of the woodland Will retrace her steps before morning |