Текст и перевод песни Clannad - Chuaigh Mé 'Na Rosann

Chuaigh Mé 'Na Rosann

Chuaigh mé ′na Rosann ar cuairt
Gur bhreathnaigh mé uaim an spéir
Is thart fa na h-oileain ó thuaidh
Mar eilit agus cu 'na diaidh
Sé duirt gach duine fa′n chuan
Nuair a tharlaigh mé anuas fa'n chéidh
Nach maith a aithnim ar do ghruaim
Gur fear thu a bhfuil a' tóir ′do dhiaidh

Casadh dom a′ cailin deas óg
Ach ma casadh 'si a labhair go gar
Ma′s fear thu a bhain do mhnaoi óig
Cha mholaim rómhór do thrade (cheird)

Chonnaic mé fear ar thir mór
'S é ag siul gan bhróg inné
Is dóigh liom gur thusa ′n fear óg
'S go bhfuil ort an tóir ′do dhiaidh

D'fhreagair mé 'n ainnir dheas óg
Ghlac si go mór mo scéal
Stad de do mhagadh nios mó
Nó ni duine den tseort sin mé

Ach suigh thus′ anall ′e mo chóir
Is bi thus' ar aon nós lion féin
Nó rachaidh mé os coinne do shrón′
Amach go tir mór le léim

Thit muid i dtuirse 's i mbrón
Is d′fhiafraigh an óig-bhean diom
Ca bhfuigheas muid gloine le h-ól
A thógfas an brón d'ar gcroi?

Ta teach beag ar leath-taoibh an róid
Agus coinnionn sé i gcónai braon
Gabh thusa ′gus rappail an bord
'S ni dhiolfaidh do phócai aon phingin

Tharlaigh muid 'steach i dtoigh ′n óil
Agus b′fhaiteach go leor mé le sui
Ar eagla go dtiocfadh an tóir
Is go mbainfi an óig-bhean diom

Nuair a fuair muid gach ni mar ba chóir
Is mheas mé gur chóir duinn sui
Sé duirt si: Bi thus' ag gabhail cheoil
′S ni dhiolfaidh do phócai aon phingin

Cha rabh mis' i bhfad ag gabhail cheoil
Gur chruinnigh go leor ′un toigh'
Achan fhear is a ghloine ′n a dhorn
Le comhmóradh a thabhairt don dis

Bhi biotailte fairsing go leor
A rabh beagan da ól sa tir
'S da dtarraingeoinn-se galun Ui Dhomhnaill
B'fhurast mo scór a dhiol

Nuair a lig muid duinn tuirse is brón
Sé d′fhiafraigh an óigh-bhean diom
Ca mbionn tu ′do chónai sa la
Nuair nach gcoinnionn tu cró duit féin?

Bim-se seal 'dtoigh an óil
Cha deanaim-se lón don phingin
A′ meid udaidh a shaothraim sa la
A chathamh le spórt san oich'

Ma′s fear thu a leanas don ól
Cha mholaim rómhór do thrade
Nó chan iarrfainn ar dhuine de do sheort-sa
Toiseacht le buaidhreadh an tsaoil

Is fearr duinn fanacht go fóill
Go ndeanaidh muid lón don phingin
Is go rabh againn an t-ór
Is cuidiu d'ar gcóir arist

Le fanacht go ndeanaidh muid lón
Caithfear cuid mhór d′ar saol
Is fearr duinn toiseacht go h-óg
'S beidh cuidiu d'ar gcóir arist

Do leithéid char casadh go fóill
Dom i mbealach na i ród ′mo thriall
′S da mbeinn-se i mBéal-an-Átha Mór
Gheobhainn cailini óg' ar phingin

I Went to Rossan

I went to Rossan for a visit
And looked out from me the sky
And around by the northern islands
Like a deer with a hound behind
Everyone said about the harbor,
When I happened below under the quay
"I well recognize your gloom,
You're a man who is being pursued."

I met a pretty young girl,
But if I did, she spoke harshly,
"If you're a man who stole his young wife,
I don't recommend your trade too much."

I saw a man on the mainland,
Walking without shoes yesterday,
I think you're the young man,
And that you are being pursued."

I answered the pretty young girl,
She took my story greatly,
"Stop your mocking any more,
Or I'm not a man of that sort."

But sit down here beside me,
And be at ease anyway,
Or I will go before your face,
Out to the mainland with a leap."

We fell into weariness and sorrow,
And the young woman asked me,
"Where can we get a glass to drink
That will lift the sorrow from our hearts?"

There's a small house on the side of the road,
And it shelters in any downpour,
Go and knock on the door,
And your pockets will not pay a penny."

We happened into the drinking house,
And I was quite anxious to sit,
For fear the pursuit would come,
And the young woman would be taken from me."

When we got everything as it should be,
And I thought it was right for us to sit,
She said: "Be playing music,
And your pockets will not pay a penny."

I wasn't long playing music,
When many gathered to the house,
Every man with his glass in his hand,
To commemorate the two of us.

There were bottles aplenty,
That had a bit to drink in the country,
And if I drew a gallon of O'Donnell,
It would be easy to pay my score.

When we let go of weariness and sorrow,
The young woman asked me,
Where do you spend your day
When you don't earn a shelter for yourself?"

I spend time in the drinking house,
I don't make a living for a penny,
Whatever I earn in the day,
I spend it with fun in the night."

If you're a man who follows drinking,
I don't recommend your trade too much,
Or I wouldn't ask a man of your sort
To start with the troubles of the world."

It's better for us to stay a while,
Until we make a living for a penny,
And until we have the gold,
And a share for ourselves again."

To stay until we make a living,
We must spend a lot of our lives,
It's better for us to start young,
And we will have a share for ourselves again."

The likes of you I haven't met yet,
In a path or on the road of my journey,
And if I were in Ballina,
I would get a young girl for a penny."