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Geal é mo chroí, agus geal í an ghrian, Geal bheith ag filleadh go hÉirinn! Chonaic mo dhóthain de Thíortha i gcéin, Ór agus airgead, saibhreas an tsaoil, Éiríonn an croí ‘nam le breacadh gach lae ‘S mé druidim le dúthaigh mo mhuintir! Ar mo thriall siar ó éirigh mo chroí An aimsir go hálainn is tonnta deas réidh
Le cogar doilíosach mo mheoin, Ó casadh liom grá geal mo chléibhe Tráthnóna breá gréine san fhómhar. Bhí an bhó bhainne chumhra ag géimneach Is na h-éanlaith go meidhreach ag ceol, Is ar bhruach an tsrutháin ar leathaobh dhom Bhí cailín deas crúite na mbó. Tá a súile mar lonradh na gréine, Ag scaipeadh trí spéartha gan cheo,
A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see The boys of the old brigade From hills and farms the call to arms Was heard by one and all And from the glen came brave young men To answer Ireland’s call T'was long ago we faced the foe The old brigade and me And by my side they fought and died That Ireland might be free Where are the lads that stood with me
Ceol 06 is a 26-track double album of songs in Irish, released in March 2006 to celebrate Seachtain na Gaeilge.It includes contributions from acts such as The Corrs and The Frames. [3]
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"Macushla" is the title of an Irish song that was copyrighted in 1910, with music by Dermot Macmurrough (Harold R. White) and lyrics by Josephine V. Rowe. . The title is a transliteration of the Irish mo chuisle, meaning "my pulse" as used in the phrase a chuisle mo chroí, which means "pulse of my heart", and thus mo chuisle has come to mean "darling" or "sweetheart".
Memorial to William Chisholm and Christina Ferguson, near Struy "Mo rùn geal òg" (My fair young love), alternately known as "Cumha do dh'Uilleam Siseal" (Lament for William Chisholm) is a Scottish Gaelic lament written by Christina Fergusson for her husband, William Chisholm of Strathglass, who was killed at the Battle of Culloden in 1746.
This translation (of the same three verses) is by Michael Davitt. Davitt plays with the second couplet of each verse, reversing the meaning and turning the poem into the song of a womanising drunkard, who favours no particular woman (second verse), resorts to drink instead of avoiding it (third verse—though this may be ironic in the original ...