Coinleach Ghlas An Fhomhair - Clannad

Ar chonnlaigh ghlais an Fhoghmhair

A stóirín gur dhearc mé uaim

Ba deas do chos I mbróig

'Sba ró-dheas do leagan siubhail

Do ghruaidh ar dhath na rósaí

'Sdo chúirníní bhí fighte dlúith

Monuar gan sinn 'ár bpósadh

Nó'r bórd luinge 'triall 'un siubhail

II

Tá buachaillí na h-áite seo

A' gartha 'gus ag éirghe teann

Is lucht na gcochán árd

A' deánamh fáruis do mo chailín donn

Dá ngluaiseadh Rí na Spáinne

Thar sáile 's a shlóighte cruinn

Bhrúighfinn féar is fásach

'S bhéinn ar láimh le mo chailín donn

III

Ceannacht buaibh ar aontaigh'

Dá mbínn agus mo chailín donn

Gluais is tar a chéad-searc

Nó go dtéidh muid thar Ghaoth-Bearra 'nonn

Go sgartar ó n-a chéile

Bárr na gcraobh 's an eala ón tuinn

Ní sgarfar sin ó chéile

'S níl ach baois díbh á chur 'n mur gcionn

IV

Chuir mé leitir scríobhtha

Annsoir mo sweetheart agus casaoid ghéar

Chuir sí chugam arís í

Go rabh a croidhe istuigh I lár mo chléibh

Cum na h-eala is míne

Ná'n síoda 's ná cluimh na n-éan

Nach trom an osna ghním-se

Nuair a smaoitighim ar a bheith 'sgaradh léi

'Sé chuala m/e Dé Domhnaigh

Mar chómhrádh 'gabháil eadar mhnáibh

Go rabh sí 'gabháil 'a pósadh

Ar óigfhear dá bhfuil san áit

A stóirín glac mo chomhairle

'S a' foghmhar seo fan mar tá

'S cha leigim le 'bhfuil beo thú

A stór nó 's tú mo ghrádh

Translation

(From Larry Keith Ogle)

On the green stubble-fields of Autumn

I saw you, my sweetheart

Nice were your feet in shoes

And wonderful your nimble gait

Your hair the color of roses

And your ringlets tightly plaited

Alas that we’re not married

Or on board ship sailing away

The boys around here are

Laughing and getting bold

And the people of the high straw?

Are making?

of my brown girl

If the King of Spain would

Go abroad with his assembled men

I would flatten grass and rank grass

And I would be with my brown girl

Buying cows at the fair

If I were?

and my brown girl

Go and come first love

Until we go over to Gaoth-Bearra

Until we separate from each other

The tops of the branches and the swan

From the waves?

That won’t separate us

And it’s only folly for you to put it?

I wrote a letter

To my sweetheart and a sharp complaint

She sent it back to me

That her heart was inside me

Compose the artsswannoble person?

Finer than silk or bird feathers

Heavy is my sigh

When I think of being apart from her

What I heard on Sunday

As conversation among the women

That she was going to be married

To a young man from the place

Sweetheart take my advice

And this Autumn stay as you are

And don’t tell anyone, my love

That you are my love

On the green straws of Autumn

I wish I had looked away

Your foot was nice in shoes

Too nice for a travel version

A blush the color of roses

'Your beads were closely woven

Monuar without us 'our marriage

Or a ship's board 'triall' un sabiha

II

The boys of this place

A 'gartha' until becoming tight

They are the people of the high mountains

Getting ready for my brown girl

If the King of Spain moved

Over the sea and his round crowd

I would push grass and desert

And I would be hand in hand with my brown girlfriend

III

Purchase of cattle on agreement

If it were me and my brown girlfriend

Move and come first

Or that we go over Gaoth-Berra 'nonn

To be separated from each other

The top of the branches and the swan from the wave

That will not be separated

And it is only foolish of you to put it in the future

IV

I sent a written letter

Yesterday my sweetheart and bitter complaint

She sent it to me again

That his heart was in the middle of my left

The composition of the finest swans

Neither the silk nor the feathers of the birds

This action is not heavy

When I think about breaking up with her

He heard m/e on Sunday

As a conversation between women

That she was 'caught' her marriage

On a young man who is in the place

My dear, take my advice

And this is a lesson, stay as it is

And I won't let you live

A store or you are my love

Translation

(From Larry Keith Ogle)

On the green stubble-fields of Autumn

I saw you, my sweetheart

Nice were your feet in shoes

And wonderful your nimble gait

Your hair the color of roses

And your ringlets tightly plaited

Alas that we're not married

Or on board ship sailing away

The boys around here are

Laughing and getting bold

And the people of the high straw?

Are you making?

of my brown girl

If the King of Spain would

Go abroad with his assembled men

I would flatten grass and rank grass

And I would be with my brown girl

Buying cows at the fair

If I were?

and my brown girl

Go and come first love

Until we go over to Gaoth-Berra

Until we separate from each other

The tops of the branches and the swan

From the waves?

That won't separate us

And it's only folly for you to put it?

I wrote a letter

To my sweetheart and a sharp complaint

She sent it back to me

That her heart was inside me

Compose the artsswannoble person?

Finer than silk or bird feathers

Heavy is my sigh

When I think of being apart from her

What I heard on Sunday

From a conversation among the women

That she was going to be married

To a young man from the place

Sweetheart take my advice

And this Autumn stay as you are

And don't tell anyone, my love

That you are my love