Oíche Fá Fhéil' Bríde | Liricí Amhrán

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Is bhí mé oíche fá Fhéile Bhríde	’Twas in Mullaghbawn on the feast of Brigid
Is mé ar faire thíos ar an Mhullach Bhán	I saw my love at the wakehouse there
Is ansin bhí an fhaoileann dá dtugas mian dí	She was young and pleasant with gracelike beauty
Mar bhí sí saoithiúil deas álainn óg	My desire for her was beyond compare
Is í go cinnte ’bhreoigh lag m’intinn	She left my mind so weak and feeble
’S go dtig lia na bhFiann ní bhfaighigh mé leigheas	That no all-healer could hope to right
Bhris sí mo chroí ’stigh ’na míle píosaí	And my heart will break in a thousand pieces
Mura bhfaighidh mé dídean ó mo mhuirnín bán	If from my love I get no respite

Ní ar shliabhabh mínlach a chleacht mo mhiansa	Not the mountain high but the lowland pasture
’S í i ngleanntáin aoibhinn mín meas a fás	And the fruitful vales did my love frequent
Is gaireann an chuach i gcionn gach míosa	Midst the golden wheat and the ripening corn
’S bíonn cruithneacht fhaoil ann is coirce bán	The cuckoo calls its song heaven sent
Bíonn na bric ’na scaotha ann is fia ’na luí ann	There are teeming trout in the mountain stream
’S an eala aoibhinn ar an loch a’ snámh	And graceful swans afloat the lake
’S nuair a bhíonns na beich ag déanamh a ngníomhartha	And the busy bees are there in plenty
Bíonn mil gá taomadh ag mo mhúirnín bán	Outpouring honey for my love’s sake

Taobh thall den teorainn atá mo ródhearc	Beyond the border my love resides
An maighre modhmhar na gcíoch glan cruinn	My lovely maid of the snow white breast
’S is ar na tórraí’ a chuir mé eolas uirthí	I gleaned from her through fruitful search
Is d’fhios mé mórán de dhea-mhéin ann	That great good will in her heart did rest
Is tuirseach, brónach bím gach oíche Dhomhnaigh	I am sad and weary each Sunday evening
Ag sileadh deora más fad’ an lá	Weeping fast salt tears of gloom
Is a Rí na Glóire ní bhím i bhfad beo	And my life is short O King of Glory
Mura bhfaighigh mé dídean ó mo mhúirnín bán	If I do not win my darling soon

Is bhí mé oíche fá Fhéile Bhríde

’Twas in Mullaghbawn on the feast of Brigid

Is mé ar faire thíos ar an Mhullach Bhán

I saw my love at the wakehouse there

Is ansin bhí an fhaoileann dá dtugas mian dí

She was young and pleasant with gracelike beauty

Mar bhí sí saoithiúil deas álainn óg

My desire for her was beyond compare

Is í go cinnte ’bhreoigh lag m’intinn

She left my mind so weak and feeble

’S go dtig lia na bhFiann ní bhfaighigh mé leigheas

That no all-healer could hope to right

Bhris sí mo chroí ’stigh ’na míle píosaí

And my heart will break in a thousand pieces

Mura bhfaighidh mé dídean ó mo mhuirnín bán

If from my love I get no respite

Ní ar shliabhabh mínlach a chleacht mo mhiansa

Not the mountain high but the lowland pasture

’S í i ngleanntáin aoibhinn mín meas a fás

And the fruitful vales did my love frequent

Is gaireann an chuach i gcionn gach míosa

Midst the golden wheat and the ripening corn

’S bíonn cruithneacht fhaoil ann is coirce bán

The cuckoo calls its song heaven sent

Bíonn na bric ’na scaotha ann is fia ’na luí ann

There are teeming trout in the mountain stream

’S an eala aoibhinn ar an loch a’ snámh

And graceful swans afloat the lake

’S nuair a bhíonns na beich ag déanamh a ngníomhartha

And the busy bees are there in plenty

Bíonn mil gá taomadh ag mo mhúirnín bán

Outpouring honey for my love’s sake

Taobh thall den teorainn atá mo ródhearc

Beyond the border my love resides

An maighre modhmhar na gcíoch glan cruinn

My lovely maid of the snow white breast

’S is ar na tórraí’ a chuir mé eolas uirthí

I gleaned from her through fruitful search

Is d’fhios mé mórán de dhea-mhéin ann

That great good will in her heart did rest

Is tuirseach, brónach bím gach oíche Dhomhnaigh

I am sad and weary each Sunday evening

Ag sileadh deora más fad’ an lá

Weeping fast salt tears of gloom

Is a Rí na Glóire ní bhím i bhfad beo

And my life is short O King of Glory

Mura bhfaighigh mé dídean ó mo mhúirnín bán

If I do not win my darling soon