Liricí AmhránSong Lyrics

Fill, Fill a Rún

Traditional

Arranged by Michael McGlynn

As recorded by Anúna on Revelation

Irish English
Ó crá ort, a shagairt Uí Domhnaill Bad luck to you, Father O'Donnell
Nach dona go deo mar a d'imigh tú And wicked the road that you're going now
Ó léigh sé an tAifreann Dé Dómhnaigh Last Sunday you read out the holy mass
's bhí sé maidin Dé Luain ina mhinistéir But on Monday morning you turned a minister
   
Curfá: Chorus:
Ó fill, ó fill a rún ó Return, return my dear
Fill, a rún ó, is ná himigh uaim Return, my dear, and don't go now
Ó fill, a chúisle 's a stóirín ó Return, my own heart's dear
Is gheoghaidh tú an ghlóir má philleann tú And God's glory awaits you if you return again
   
Dá bheicfeadh sibh Neilí Dé Dómhnaigh If you saw Nelly on Sunday
's a gúna bhán go sala uirthi A white gown down to the ground she wore
Búclaí buí ina bróga Buckles of gold on both her shoes
's í á tarraingt sa ród mar phúca Dragging her along the road like a ghost
   
Tá mallacht na sagart 's na mbráithre leat The curse of the priest goes with you now
In do mhála ag imeacht duit The curse of the friars you'll carry, too
's nach measa duit mallacht do mháthartha But the heaviest curse that you'll ever bear
Ná a bhaca tú aríamh den bhunadh sin Is the mother's curse that I put on you
   
Ó thréigh tú Peadar is Pól, agus You've forsaken Peter and Paul, and
Thréigh tú Eoin is an bhunadh sin You've forsaken St. John and the other saints
Ó thréigh tú an Mhaighdeán 's an ghlóir, is You've forsaken God's glory and the Virgin, too
Nach dona go deo mar a d'imigh tú Wicked is the road that you're going now