Inis Dhún Rámha waltz

S: Skara Brae
Z: gian marco pietrasanta
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdiU1Lo_xE0

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‘Rí na cruinne gan mé ’s tú i n-Iorras
Nó thiar in Inis Dhún Rámha
Ar Bhruach na Finne le taobh na tuinne
Ag Féachaint loingis thar sáile
Dá mhéid ár dtuirse ’s gan aoineach againn
Ach geag an duilliúr ár sábhail
’Sé deirfeadh gach duine gur lách ár n-imeacht
Mar d’éalaigh Diarmuid le Gráinne

Aréir go bhfaca mé féin in m’aisling
Mar bheadh sí ar bhácan mo láimhe
’N spéirbhean mhaiseach mar aon-bhrat sneachta
Dá mbíodh gan caisgairt a dhéanamh
Taobh na macnaidhe da mbíodh in m’aice
Mar chéile leála gan airnéis
S’ é béilín meala a leigheasadh mo ghalar
‘S a bhéarfadh mó cholann ’un sláinte

Dá mbínn mo bharrún ní dhéanfainn dabhar
Ar spré bó capall nó caorach
Dá bhfaghainn-sé ‘n ainnir ’na suí le m’aice
Nó í ’na seasamh go h-aerach
Tá gné ar a craiceann míl’ uair níos taithmhaigh
Ná írigh mhaiseach na gréine
’S ní breag a chanaim ach is fíor a n-abraim
Gurab í thug mais’ ar gach maighdean


King of the universe, that we’re not in Iorras
Or over in Inis Dhún Rámha
On the banks of the Finn, close by the waves
Watching big ships go sailing the ocean
Though weary and tired with no one to cheer us
But the leafy branches to shade us
And people would fondly compare our going
To the elopment of Diarmad and Gráinne

Last night she appeared to me in my dreaming
Like I held her in the fold of my arm
This maiden so comely like a blanket of snow
If it were to refrain from thawing
Pride of mankind were she by my side
As bed-pal without any dowry
Her honey-sweet lips would sure my affliction
And ensure my sick body’s recovery

If I were a baron, I wouldn’t be craving
For horses or kine as a dowry
If I had this maiden to sit down beside me
Or stand there so stately and cheery
The sheen in her skin is far more endearing
Than the rays of the sun at the dawning
It’s no lie to relate, but the truth here I state
That she is the fairest of maiden