Celia Ní Fhátharta - An Abhainn Mhór dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

The Big River

One hundred blessings to the Big River and my sorrow without me tonight by its side
And so many small lonely roads running between me and it
In the place where young play sport and the pastimes of the night
The jug on the table and my little love choosing a wide veil
 
But only that for my youth and lack of sense I'd spend my life happily
Or escape overseas with Máire in the midnight hour
When we were refused by Mr. Burke in the city of saints
And he left wander me wandering not knowing where I'd sleep the night
 
As long as I'm alive in Ireland I'll never forsake playing nor drinking
As long as I'm alive in Ireland I'll never forsake the feebleness of a young woman
As long as I'm alive in Ireland, oh, I'll bang the jug on the table
And a hundred blessings to you, my beloved darling, and who would say you're not mine alraedy
 
And my mother is all alone at the jetty
Sighing and lamenting from night to day
Her friends are laid to rest in Kilbride and a head stone on their grave
And her son all over the country playing and capering with women
 
My big coat is torn, woe is me, and it's falling down on me
And the person who'd bring justice to my sorrow is far out of my way
And person who'd get a kiss from my little love, I'm by his side
That he get a nosebleed or that his friend form the country be strong
 
My heels are cut and I don't feel the pain my side
Pickin up and putting down the this bags on my back
But If I were with my mother in the place I can relax
I'd have the eye of the King of Grace and I'd be short of nothing but a bit of time from life
 


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