Текст песни The Two Conneeleys - Christy Moore
Hear
the
Atlantic
seethe
and
swell
And
hear
the
lonely
chapel
bell
God
save
their
souls
and
mind
them
well
The
two
fishermen
Conneeley
Yesterday
at
half
past
four
They
pushed
their
currach
from
the
shore
One
took
the
net
while
one
took
the
oar
The
two
fishermen
Conneeleys
From
Connor's
fort
and
from
Synge's
chair
Towards
Inis
Mor
and
Inis
Iarr
They
scour
the
sea
in
silent
prayer
As
they
go
searching
for
their
neighbours
Dia
Diobh
a
beirt
iascari
brea
Nach
mbeidh
ar
ais
ar
barr
an
tra
Go
mbeidh
sibh
sona
sasta
ar
neamh
Tomas
agus
Sean
O'Conghaile
Draw
the
seaweed
up
the
hill
And
sow
potatoes
in
the
drill
Try
to
understand
God's
will
And
the
loss
of
the
two
Conneeleys
English
Translation
of
Irish
Verse:
God
be
with
you
two
fine
fishermen
Who
will
not
be
back
at
the
top
of
the
strand
May
you
have
peace
and
happiness
in
Heaven
Tomás
and
Seán
Conneeley
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