Текст и перевод песни Karan Casey - Maidin Luan Chincíse

Maidin Luan Chincíse

Maidin Luan Chincíse labhar an síofra sa ngleann
Do bhailíodar na cága chun ábhacht a dheanamh ann
Do chruinníomar ina dtimpeall is do lasamar ár dtinte
Is do thógamar ceo draíochta go haoibheann ós a gceann

Is mó baile margaidh is cathair aoibhinn cheoil
Agus cúirt agus na Sasanaigh chun seasamh ann 'n ár gcomhar
Beir scéala cruinn abhaile uainn Dé Domhnaigh go dtí an Aifreann
Gur chun sléibhe a chuireadh chun realta sinn 'n ár seasamh ins an gleo

Do tháinig aniar ó Chonnacht chughainn céad is mile laoch
An oiread céanna ó Ulaidh chughainn i bhfoirm cheart 'is i bhfaobhar
Suaimhneas lae níor tugadh dóibh gur bhuaileamar bualadh 'is fiche orthu
Mo léan mar sileadh fuil 'is coirp ár bhfear i ndeireadh lae

Beir scéala suas chun Mumhan uainn a run ghil 's a stór
Agus inis an scéal faoi chumha dhóibh go bhfuil an sciúirse 'nár gcomhar
Is mó leanbh fireann fionn geal agus ainnir mhilis mhúinte
Is ógfhear cliste lúfar san úir uainn ag feo

Mo léan ar an Mumhain nár éirigh nuair d'adhnamar an gleo
Faoi airm ghreanta ghreadhnmhar i bhfagairt acu 'nár gcomhar
D'fhágadar go tréith sinn is neart ár namhad 'nár dtimpeall
Ach grá mo chroí na Laighnigh b'iad d'adhain an tine leo
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Maidin Luan Chincíse

On Monday morning around Chinchise the gentle breezes blew
The birds gathered to celebrate and make merry anew
We gathered around them and lit our fire with cheer
And raised a magical mist of joy above their heads here

It was a great market town and a pleasant musical city
And a courthouse and the English stood there to assist us
Bring back trusty tidings from us, from Sunday to the Mass
That the mountain would be ours to stand in the fight

There came one hundred thousand warriors to us from the west, from Connacht
The same from Ulster to us, in good form and in abundance
They were not given peace that day until we struck twenty blows on them
My mantle was like a stream of blood and the bodies of our men at the end of the day

Bring tidings up to Munster from us, my fair love and treasure
And tell them the sad tale that the flower of our youth is fallen
There are many a fair-haired, gentle youth and a sweet, modest maiden
And a clever, alert young man in the clay from us now

My curse upon Munster that did not rise when we called for the fight
With sharp, ornamented weapons threatening us that day
They left us there in betrayal and our enemies strong around us
But the love of my heart was the Leinstermen who rekindled the fire with them
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