Saturday, November 19, 2011

Fionnghuala by Anuna


I'm currently studying Celtic music and this song interpreted by the best Celtic music chorale, Anuna, has moved me into multitude of proportion. Their superb rendition, arranged by Irish composer Michael McGlynn is so fascinating that it made me watch this video multiple times. From beginning to end, I had goosebumps more especially towards the audience's generous applause. 

Complete Lyrics in Scottish Gaelic

Ars' an gobha fuiricheamaid
Ars' an gobha falbheamaid
Ars' an gobha ris an ogha
Na sheasamh aig doras an t-sabhail
Gu rachadh e a shuirghe

Sèist: (after each verse)
'Si eilean nam bothan nam bothan
Eilean nam bothan nam bothan
Eilean nam bothan nam bothan
Am bothan a bh' aig Fionnghuala
'Si eilean nam bothan nam bothan
Eilean nam bothan nam bothan
Eilean nam bothan nam bothan
Am bothan a bh' aig Fionnghuala

Bheirinn fead air fulmairean
Bheirinn fead air falmairean
Liuthannan beaga na mara
Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn
Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn

Cha d'thuirt an dadan a' seo
Cha d'thuirt an dadan a' seo
Cha d'thuirt an dadan a' seo
Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn
Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn

Bheirinn fead air fulmairean
Bheirinn fead air falmairean
Liuthannan beaga na mara
Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn
Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn

Cha d'thuirt an dadan a' seo
Cha d'thuirt an dadan a' seo
Cha d'thuirt an dadan a' seo
Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn
Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn

Thuirt an gobha fuirighidh mi
'S thuirt an gobha falbhaidh mi
'S thuirt an gobha leis an othail
A bh' air an dòrus an t-sàbhail
Gu rachadh e a shuirghe


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Lyrics in English
The blacksmith said, "I'll wait"
The blacksmith said, "I'll go"
The blacksmith said, in his confusion
Standing at the door of the barn
That he was going to go courting

Chorus:
Island of bothies, of bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Fingal's bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Island of bothies, of bothies
Fingal's bothies

I'd knock spots off the birds
I'd knock spots off the hakes
Little lythes of the sea
We would take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last

We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We would take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last

I'd knock spots off the birds
I'd knock spots off the hakes
Little lythes of the sea
We would take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last

We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We would take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last

The blacksmith said, "I'll wait"
The blacksmith said, "I'll go"
The blacksmith said, in his confusion
Standing at the door of the barn
That he was going to go courting

2 comments:

  1. Hi Leo
    OK nako kay Enya, sa Enigma or The Gregorian Chants

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  2. @Bien - this one's kinda hardcore no? :)

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