Текст и перевод песни The Dubliners - Roisin Dubh (Live in The Concert Hall, Cecil Sharp House 12/4/1964)

Roisin Dubh (Live in The Concert Hall, Cecil Sharp House 12/4/1964)

A Róisín ná bíodh brón ort fé′r éirigh dhuit:
Tá na bráithre 'teacht thar sáile ′s iad ag triall ar muir,
Tiocfaidh do phárdún ón bPápa is ón Róimh anoir
'S ní spárálfar fíon Spáinneach ar mo Róisín Dubh.
Is fada an réim a léig mé léi ó inné 'dtí inniu,
Trasna sléibhte go ndeachas léi, fé sheolta ar muir;
An éirne is chaith mé ′léim í, cé gur mór é an sruth;
′S bhí ceol téad ar gach taobh díom is mo Róisín Dubh.
Mhairbh tú mé, a bhrídeach, is nárbh fhearrde dhuit,
Is go bhfuil m'anam istigh i ngean ort ′s ní inné ná inniu;
D'fhág tú lag anbhfann mé i ngné is i gcruth-
Ná feall orm is mé i gnean ort, a Róisín Dubh.
Shiúbhalfainn féin an drúcht leat is fásaigh ghuirt,
Mar shúil go bhfaighinn rún uait nó páirt dem thoil.
A chraoibhín chumhra, gheallais domhsa go raibh grá agat dom
-′S gurab í fíor-scoth na Mumhan í, mo Róisín Dubh.
Beidh an Éirne 'na tuiltibh tréana is réabfar cnoic,
Beidh an fharraige ′na tonntaibh dearga is doirtfear fuil,
Beidh gach gleann sléibhe ar fud éireann is móinte ar crith,
Lá éigin sul a néagfaidh mo Róisín Dubh.

Roisin Dubh (Live in The Concert Hall, Cecil Sharp House 12/4/1964)

Oh, Róisín, don't you cry for what has happened to you:
The brothers are coming across the sea, sailing upon the waves,
Your pardon will come from the Pope and from Rome in the east
And Spanish wine will not be spared for my Róisín Dubh.
It's a long journey I've made with her from yesterday until today,
Across mountains I went with her, under sails at sea;
I leaped the Erne, though the current is strong;
And there was music of strings on every side of me and my Róisín Dubh.
You have killed me, my darling, and wouldn't it have been better for you,
That my soul is within you in love, and not yesterday or today;
You have left me weak and feeble in appearance and in form-
Do not betray me while I am in love with you, oh Róisín Dubh.
I would walk the dew with you and the wilderness of fields,
Hoping to get a secret from you or a part of your will.
Oh sweet branch, you promised me that you loved me
-And that she is the true flower of Munster, my Róisín Dubh.
The Erne will be in strong floods and hills will be torn,
The sea will be in red waves and blood will be shed,
Every mountain glen throughout Ireland and bogs will tremble,
One day before my Róisín Dubh will die.