Slan Cois Maighe

Lyrics

Slan is cead on taobh so uaim
Cois Maighe na gcaor na gcraobh na gcruach
Na stat na sead na soar na slua
Na ndan na ndreacht na dtrean gan ghruaim

Och, ochon, is breoite mise
Gan chuid gan choir gan choip gan chiste
Gan sult gan seoid gan sport gan spionnadh
O seoladh me chun uaignis

Slan go heag da soar-fhir suairc
Da daimh da heigs’ da chleir da suag
Dom chaired cleibh gan chlaon gan chluain
Gan chaim gan chaon gan chraos gan chruas

Slan da n-eis da beithibh uaim
Da gcail da gceill da sceimh da snua
Da mna go leir, da gceim da gcuaird
Da bpraisc da bple da mein da mbua

Slan tara aon don te na luaim
‘S i an bhain-chnis bheasach bheal-tais bhuach
Chuir trath chun sleibhe me i gcein im ruaig
‘S i gra mo chleibh ‘be in Eirinn cuach

Is fanach faon me, is fraochmhar fuar
Is tlath’s treith’s is taomach trua
I mbarr an tsleibhe gan aon, monuar
Im pairt ach fraoch is gaoth aduaidh

Don tsraid nuair theim mar aon ar cuaird
Ni hail leo me’s ni reidhid lem chluain
Bid mna le cheile ag ple da lua
‘Ca hait ? Ce he ? Ca taobh or ghluais ?

Och, ochon, mo bhron mo mhilleadh
Iomarca den ol is poga bruinneal
D’fhag mise lem lo gan fod gan foithin
Is fos gan iomad fuadair

Dom chaired im ghaor gan teacht is trua
‘S me’om char ag an saol i ngeibheann guais
Le raithe i bpein i gcein ar cuaird
Gan abhacht gan scleip gan sceal da lua

O dhail an chleir dom ceile nua
Cois Maighe go heag ni he mo chuaird
Go brath lem re taim reidh lem chuach
‘S le mnaibh an tsaoil chuir me ar bhuairt


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Aindrias Mac Craith (An Mangaire Sugach)

Translation

A hundred farewells from this place I’m in
Beside Maigue of the berries, the branches, the stacks
The estates, the jewels, the craftsmen, the crowds
The arts, the stories, the good-humored warriors

Chorus (after each verse):
Oh it is ill I am
Without a share, or right, or company, or money
Without happiness, or jewels, or sport, or vitality
Since I was sent into loneliness

Farewell forever to her happy freeman
To her love of kin, her gatherings, her clergy, her scholars
To the friends of my heart, not perverse or deceitful
Without flaw, without concealment, without gluttony, without stinginess

Good-bye, one by one, to its beautiful women
To their fame, their sense, their loveliness, their complexions
To all its women, to their rank, their visitations
Their messing, their discussions, their minds and their talents


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Limerick

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