aisling cuimhne' lyrics
The shielings became the center of youthful summer activity and this social phenomenon no longer seems so strange. Gur truagh mar a tha nach do thàrladh mise agus tu Gun fhoill gun fharmad is gun strì Air fàil a lail ò, horò, air fàil a lail é Not then or ever more. Dh'fhalbhainn leat a Mhiabhaig an Uig As soon as the crofts were prepared for planting, cattle and other livestock were banished to the moors, but this created another problem - milking cows when they were grazing miles away, and feeding hens and collecting the eggs. Cha do lughdaich sud mo ghaol ort; Na tobhtaichean fuar That's when others began Ach saighead chruaidh a'bhàis. Ged is fad an dràsd' as mi. 'S do 'n ionndrainn tha 'n am chom; The object of my thoughts each day and night In wartime or peace He sent me a cassette of the song and I could not make out the melody, in my anxiety to sing the song I threw a tune at it. Mòr fhuaim na h-ataireachd àrd. Would that you and I, on mountain, on moor or on heath, In branches so leafy Residing always here, Safely ensconced in Edinburgh as a wealthy tea tycoon, he seems to bask in his good fortune in being "away from it all" and not having to see the horrors experienced by his people. There is a hint of hyprocrisy here that sticks in the craw. You will see men dying there, consoled by no one or comforted, Hiding in mantles of mist. Cha dual dhomh gun a bhi ’m phràmh, Who were banished over the ocean, You leaped out my darling Like the people passed on 'S gun bhi 'gar n-éisdeachd ach eoin na slèibhe, Ged tha mo sporan gann. To the high yards you will be ordered, no matter how sick you are, Not a year's love nor for just a season; The young wives of the village I would not wish for gold or land, Tonight I won't find peace Mo bhothan beag fo sgàil nan craobh, Content I would be if I were justnow Oir 's iad ùghdar de gach mollachadh tha 'n diugh 's a' chruinne-cè. Doille iomhaigh air do mhaise That I would not return; Is guth nan tonn is fuaim nan eas Ach iadsan bha fial A torman mulaid, Le òigridh gun ghruaim A rìbhinn na biodh iongnadh ort 'S tha mise taingeil, toilichte, He mentioned Aisling in passing and spoke the words down the line, I was instantly smitten. Chi mi 'n t-iasgair aig ceann nan lionan Tha mi 'm bliadhna briste - They tried but couldn't drown me - there was not any way, I see there the deer on the ground in the corries Gach feòirnean maoth tha 'n còs no 'n glaic, All pleasures there await you and you will see the dance halls; ’N a chabhaig gu cruaidh, are fairly big stones suitable for ballast. Tacan mu'n do sheòl sinn, When I am without companion Tha cuid an tòir air stòr 's air maoin, In the second verse he describes having left "the land of the Swedes", which could mean Sweden or somewhere else in Scandinavia. O'n thriall thu bhuainn There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honor. Whether they saw you; are you unharmed? O, I see, I see the big mountains; She conversed with me always Fàilt' air na gorm-mheallaibh, tholmach, thulachnach; 'S gach buaireas agus plàigh, Iad beò gun lochd, 's an òran bìnn Falaicht' an trusgan de cheò. Is sheinn a bhean shìth Sìde nan seachd sian, They let your blood yestreen, Revived by the sound of the rippling stream Sleep comes not to me, Return not, return not, And put your head on an oaken stake My sleep is sporadic 'Se their luchd na fanoid rium Neil was standing at the other side of the horseshoe bar with some local dignitaries when the sailors came in. While it was possible to take away the HIghlanders' musical instruments, no one could take away their music. Sheilings were small huts, made of stone or sod, with just enough room to sleep and to store milk while the cream rose to the surface, and then to prepare the cream and skimmed milk for butter, cheese, crowdie or whatever. The scornful ones say to me Cha bhuan iad bharrachd air càch, Oir tha m'inntean 'nochd 's na Hearadh ’S e gruamach, dosrach, gun sgàth, Under tyrannical hardship burdened. Oh, my boatman, o hòro éile Cha till mi fhein leat, a ghaoil, cha'n fhaod mi, Listening to the snoring of hawsers, There are the boys who complain not of hardships An duais tha aca mar tha, The sheer beauty of the land of their rearing And the night bears heavily down on me, It was not dark nor red of hair Mar chaochail an sluagh, A short time before we sailed, I dearly loved you, I do not deny, Under the attention of His eye, Of anything from morn to morn Tha torunn a’ chuain, Amongst the youth where I'd drink the sheiling milk; What will I do if the wind does blow I would not wish for a palace around me The night ere we go to get married? Chan eil ùbhlan idir agam The thundering of the ocean, Bi cùisean dhut glè anasach mu'n fhaithnich thu gach ròp; Aig dùil a th' ann a' tàmh. Time for my sleep Dh'fhalbhainn leat a Mhiabhaig an Uig Hail to the forests, hail to all there, A bha luaidh mo chridhe, He could speed a ship to sailing. No day will put, nor will a year, 'S mar tig thu idir, gur truagh a tà mi. And I would journey to the island of Islay A' ghrian gach là a teannadh ort, bheir fallus as'd an deò; 'Is mar a dean mi d' fhaotainn Bualadh mo dhà làimh. I would not want to live forever; 'S theirinn mi'n taigh làir, Skipinnish Lyrics - by Popularity. When you are young and innocent aboard the ships of sail, And you uplifted my heart Guileag bàis aic' air lochan fèurach, Ged is Maighdinn mhara mì. Còmhnaidh an seo a ghnàth, A rìbhinn a' bheil cuimhn' agad ... 'Na shuidhe mu 'n chlàr. Ach sannt agus cruas; Obhan iri O! Following the song is a commentary, which provides some background information. This is not a complicated song, but perhaps it is its very simplicity that challenges the imagination of the new reader. Myself and Shane were having a spasmodic shambolic attempt at telephone communication. Will you come today, or will you come tomorrow? The Island. My brown-haired darling do you hear me? Beside the peat-stack on a hillock at rest And in the morning I will search for you. By Norman Macleod, Tarbert. Every township, every village; It would be my delight to travel over the moorland, 'S nuair theid thu do na h-Innsean, 's null do Shìne fada thall Thus, using God's own instrument, they created a new form of music they could dance to. Request lyrics transcription; Add new idiom; Start forum thread; Register; Community. But just you and I my dear, and your arm's protection around me. Thug mi gaol dhut, 's cha'n fhaod mu àicheadh; Gun dùil rium oidhche gu'm bithinn beò; Tha gach sgìr is tha gach baile; Where tarries the maiden who vexes my soul. Mo shoraidh slàn leat ma rinn thu m'fhagail, Air m' ùrachadh le caochan cruaidh When this place was lively and neat, A little brown horse and a yearling sheep. Not ever at all With groundsel and reeds to their rafters, Cidh' an Tairbeart na cheud starsaich The voice of the waves and the water cascading From the pure and brimming well; Fishing by handline off the West Side The fiery sun shines hot - the sweat takes your breath away, The answer to this problem was what was known as common grazing - moorland and mountains that everyone shared. Which one of them brown ghosts is he? Gheibheadh Griogal dhòmhsa creagan Despondent I am, One of Neil Macleod's poems is included here. Ma sheachnas sibh na boireannaich bi sonas as ur ceum, And the thousands of tearful sickly poor There are those of you so eager to cast your lot upon the sea: My mind and my desire Gu'n toir gach lòn do neart asad 's a' mhaise bha na d' ghruaidh; There are several more verses, but these are the ones commonly sung. 'Nuair dhìreas mi do'n chrann aice Aig taobh nan sruthan tlàth, The sea never ebbs, but follows the flow. 1: The Island: 2: The Iolaire: 3: Harvest of the Homeland: 4: Ocean of the Free: 5: Alive: 6: Home on the Sea: 7: Going Home: 8: Land Below the Waves: 9: Walking On the Waves: 10: Western Ocean: 11: About You Now: 12: Farewell: 13: December: 14: The Island Intro: Skipinnish Albums. Rowing and pulling, and cutting the bait Above the land of black and green. Gets its share of the dew, ’Toirt luaidh air giorrad mo là, What will I do if the wind does blow Bi mòran do thoil-inntinn ann, 's na chì thu 'n taigh an danns' In verse five, the bard tells us how contented he would be tramping over the moors to be with the milkmaids from the sheiling where he would drink milk. And my court beside the sea. Even to my own mother who reared me young. The reminder of birthright, Na tonnan uaine chlisgeas tu a' bristeadh mu do dhruim, Oh, my boatman, o hòro éile Le màthraichean shuairc, One would be inclined to think that with all the village girls away "on the shieling", it would be a pretty boring time for the young men, but the ever- resourceful mother nature, as usual, came to the rescue. Ach tha 'n comhairle dhomh cho diamhain; Will not leave their sight evermore. Ged bhitheadh e anmoch, ged bhitheadh e anmoch, Ach cèilidh is bualadh eòrna. They live without vice, their song is sweet Every pasture, hill and bay, Thig an Fhèill Phàruig mu 'm pàigh sinn na fiachan Mariner of the high seas Bha mi 'n uiridh slàn - Obhan, obhan, obhan iri 'S ann a bha thu bàn, At night fond dreams of you still haunt me, 'Nochd cha'n fhaigh mi tàmh, Where your body since has been. Like a wild swan wounded and broken So appropriate for me at this time Hear the sound of the high surging. SPECIAL NOTE (September 2007): Tha mo chridh'-sa briste, brùite; I could marry his daughter, Christina, It is bed I'd prefer o'er the perils of storm But if I had half tonight of what I put in booze All translations and commentaries © Donald Macdonald unless otherwise credited. Ach 's ann a tha gach aon diubh 'g ràitinn, To the Campbell of Uig to get married. 'Is anns a' mhadainn bidh mi 'gad fhoighneachd. The flocks of the air As the average croft would only be about fifteen acres it is obvious that overcrowding could be a problem, especially when one considers that crops had to be planted, and hay preserved. MacCrimmon returns not ever, My young beloved is in my thoughts - Tha plaide mo mhàthar 's mo làmh fo mo cheann I would not condemn it at times in moderation That I'd trade not for tons of gold. 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