Текст и перевод песни Traditional feat. Clannad - Eirigh Is cuir ort do chuid eadaigh

Eirigh Is cuir ort do chuid eadaigh

Eirigh ′s cuir ort do chuid éadaigh Go mbearraidh mé féin do chúl
Go dté muid 'soir easpag na hÉirne Go gceangaltar mé ′gus tú
Bhí grá 's cion agam féin ort A chuid 'en tsaol éalaigh liom
′S nach duine dona gan chéill A scarfadh ó chéile sinn

Cuirimse croí ar a′ phósadh 'S ar bhuachaillí óga an tsaoil
Nárbh fhearr dófa cailín deas óg acu Ná bean agus puntaí léi
Oíche mhór fhada sa gheimhreadh Nár dheas bheith ′súgradh léi
'Bhfarras a′ chailleach 'srannfaí ′S í 'tarraingt a' plaincead léi

Dé Máirt a rinneadh mo chleamhnas Mo chreach ′s m′amhgar géar
Ghlac mise comhairle mo mhuintir 'S pairt mhór do m′aimhleas é
Pósadh mise gan amhras Ar shamhailt do mhnaoi gan scéimh
'S níl aon chailín dá gcasfaí sa ghleann damh Nach rachainn ′un cainte léi

Nuair a théimse 'un Aifrinn Dé Domhnaigh ′Sé fhiafraíos gach óigfhear daom
'Chormaic, an bhfuil tusa pósta? Ná an airíonn tú an óige 'choích′?
′Sé abraim is deirim féin leofa Go n'aireochainn go mór fa-raor
′S an méid agaibh atá gan pósadh Gur agaibh atá spórt an tsaoil

Ach gheobhaidh mé hata 'gus bróga Agus éireochaidh mé óg arais
Agus rachaidh mé amach go Gleann Domhain Sin an áit a bhfuil mórán ban
Go bhfaghaidh mé cailín deas óg ann A shiúlas a′ ród go glan
'S nárbh fhearr liomsa leis na mná móra Ná cailleach Ghleann Domhain ′s a ba

Extra verses:
Aisling a chonaic mé aréir ar leaba agus mé i mo luí,
Go dtáinig sí chugam mar fhéirín, ainnir na gciabhfholt buí
Bhí a órfholt snoite go féar léi, is níl tuile da mhéid nach gclaíodh,
Ã" is, a Rí, ér mhiste do chléir é, dá gcodlóinn aréir le mnaoi?

Is trua gan mise is an niamh bheag na leice mílte ó chuan,
In oileán an Chlochair Bhig Chraobhaig mar a thiteas na néalta chun suain,
An áit a mbíonn an nead ag an éanlaith, an fiolar, an ghéag is an chuach,
Chuirfinnse gease ar an éan bheag solas an lae thabhairt uainn

(Title translated; Arise And Dress Yourself)
Another Donegal love song where the composer longs desperately to elope with his loved one to a place where he is surrounded only by nature's undisturbed beauty.

Arise And Dress Yourself

Arise and put on your clothes, so I can brush your hair,
Let us go east to the Bishop of Erne, where we will be bound together.
I had love and affection for you, my portion of the world, elope with me,
And may no evil, senseless person separate us.

I take heart in marriage, and in the young men of the world,
Wouldn't it be better for them to have a beautiful young girl, than a wife with money?
On a long, dark winter's night, wouldn't it be nice to be playing with her?
Instead of the old hag snoring and pulling the blankets with her.

On Tuesday my match was made, my sorrow and bitter anguish,
I took the advice of my family, and it was a great misfortune for me.
I married, without a doubt, a woman without beauty,
And there is no girl I would meet in the valley that I wouldn't go talk to.

When I go to Mass on Sunday, every young man asks me,
'Cormac, are you married? Or do you not feel the yoke yet?'
I say and tell them that I feel it greatly, indeed,
And for those of you who are not married, you have the sport of the world.

But I will get a hat and shoes, and I will rise young again,
And I will go out to Glen Domhain, that is the place where there are many women.
I will find a beautiful young girl there, who walks the road cleanly,
And wouldn't I prefer her to the older women, than the hag of Glen Domhain and her cow.

Extra verses:
A vision I saw last night on my bed as I lay,
A maiden with golden hair came to me like a fairy.
Her golden hair was woven like grass, and no flood could wash away its size,
Oh, King, is it a sin for your clergy, if I slept with a woman last night?

It is a pity that I and the little nymph are not a thousand miles from the harbor,
On the island of Clochar Beag Craobhaig where the clouds fall to sleep,
The place where the birds have their nests, the eagle, the branch and the cuckoo,
I would put a spell on the little bird to take the light of day away from us.

(Title translated; Arise And Dress Yourself)
Another Donegal love song where the composer longs desperately to elope with his loved one to a place where he is surrounded only by nature's undisturbed beauty.