An Spealadóir - Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh

Le meán an fhómhair dá chaitheamh dom

Ba mhór dubhach mo scéal

Go breoite, brónach, atuirseach

Gan sólás insa' tsaol

Mo pháircín féir gan gearradh uaim

De dheascaibh clainn an Bhreacluain

'Gus féar na gcomharsan treascartha

Á chíoradh le gréin

Chorus:

Dá bhfaighinnse speal ó Shasana

'Gus crann ó Locha Léin

Cloch is clár is gaineamh air

Ó dhúiche Uí Néill

Do chuirfinn faobhar ar maidin suas

'Sheasódh ar feadh na seachtaine

Is bearrtha 'bheadh an t-acra

Le fáinne an lae

Do shmaoiníos féin im' aigne

San oíche trím' néal

Go raibh beirt fhear óga chalma

Do mhaíomh a bhfaobhar

Féna ndéin do ghaibh mo theachtaire

Chun mo pháircín féin do ghearradh dhom

'S is grámhar, fáilteach freagarthach

Do thánadar araon

(Chorus)

I gcóir is i bhfaobhar bhí speal acu

Le fáinne an lae

'S do luíodar siúd go slachtmhar glan

Is iad ag baint an fhéir

Seala beag don eadartha

'S a lán don lá gan caitheamh fós

Do bhí dóthain siúd di leagaithe

'S é bearrtha go cré

(Chorus 2x)

With mid-autumn for me

My story was depressing

Sick, sad, tired

Without comfort in life

My uncut grass field

Because of the children of Breacluain

'And the grass of the neighbors was overthrown

Exploring with sunshine

Chorus:

If I get a scythe from England

'And a tree from Lough Leane

A stone, a board, and sand

From O'Neill 's district

I would wake up this morning

'Would stand for a week

The acre would be trimmed

With the ring of the day

Your own thoughts in my mind

Stunning night

That two young men were calm

Your assertion of their sharpness

For what my messenger has captured

To cut my own park for me

And it's loving, welcoming and responsible

They both came

(Chorus)

For a while they had a scythe

With the ring of the day

And they slept neatly and clean

They are mowing the grass

A small seal for the intermission

There's a lot for the day yet to be spent

That was enough for her

It is trimmed to clay

(Chorus 2x)