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Sarah Ghriallais - Amhrán Pheter (MHICIL) Báille -Siar an Bóthar - 13-4-07 Mo chúig chéad slán le mo bháidín atá go fánach i Rosamhíl. Nár dheas í ag gabháil go hÁrainn lá breá nó gaoithe aniar! Ní bheadh deifir leis an am agam 's an ghrian ag teannadh siar, Bheadh airgead chuile lá agam, thabharfainn iasc go Rosamhíl. 's tá mo theachaín i lár an ghabháltais is bóithrín go tóin an tí. Shíl mé go mbainfinn sólás as ach ní mar sin féin a bhí, Mar bhuail an bás go hóg mé is bhain sé mo bhean phósta díom, 's d'fhág sin ar bheagán sóláis mé go deo nó go dté mé i gcill. Ó shil mo shúile deora le brón is le briseadh croí, ' lá ar dhún mé clár na cónra ar Mhary Rua is í ag gabháil i gcill; Bhí a gruaig ar dhath an óir bhuí is í 'na duala thar a básta síos; Sí d'fhág mo chroísa buartha go deo is ar feadh mo shaoil. 's nach iomaí sin contúirt mhór ó ariamh i m'óige a ndeachas tríd. Chuaigh mé i gcontúirt mo bháite i gContae an Chláir is in Inis Oírr; Thug Dia agus Muire slán mé as gach gábh dá ndeachas tríd; Níor theastaigh mé ón mbás is fuair mé spás nó go dtéinn in aois. Tá mise i bhfad as Éirinn 's mé in imní oíche agus ló, Go dtiocfadh an bás do m'éileamh is nach mbéinn réitithe faoina chóir. Chosnódh mo bháidín céad orm mé thabhairt go hÉirinn is go Leitir Móir; 's dá mairfinn go haimsir féile bheadh an céad agam gan stró. Is in aimsir Chrann na Páise a tharla an buaireamh seo i dtús an tsaoil; Nuair a thiomáin Iúdaigh táirní trí lámha is chosa Chríost; D'fhulaing Muire máthair na seacht ndólás le briseadh croí, Is fuair an Mhaighdean na seacht sólás in aghaidh gach dólás dár fhulaing sí. Is muide an ceathrú líne a shíolraigh ó Adhamh anuas. Is gearr go mbeidh ár dtéarma déanta is dáta an dá mhíle thuas; Tiocfaidh athrú ar an saol is beidh na cnoic is airde ag ísliú leo; Is dea-bhreith go dtuga an Tiarna do gach créatúr marbh is beo. I bid farewell five hundred times to my boat which is haphazardly in Rosamhíl. She was nice to sail to Árainn on a fine day or with a westerly. I would not be rushed as the sun went westward. I'd have money every day; I'd bring fish to Rosamhíl. My house is in the middle of the holding with a track to its side. I thought I'd get enjoyment from it but that was not to be. I was still young when death came and took my wife from me. That left me short of happiness forever until I should go to my grave. My eyes shed tears of sorrow and heartbreak on the day that I closed the coffin's lid over Mary Rua who was brought to the graveyard. Her hair was golden-coloured as it curled down past her waist. She left my heart saddened forever and for the rest of my life. I went through many dangers since my youth. I was in danger of drowning in County Clare and in Inis Oírr. God and Mary saved me from every peril. Death did not want me and I was spared until my old age. I am far from Ireland and I worry day and night that death will come for me when I am not ready for it. The boat would cost me a hundred, to bring me to Ireland and Leitir Móir and if I survived until the regatta, I'd easily have the hundred again. This grief started at life's beginning at the time of the crucifixion when Jews drove nails through the hands and feet of Christ. Mother Mary suffered the seven sorrows through heartbreak and the Virgin received the seven joys in respect of each sorrow she had suffered. We are the fourth line to descend from Adam. Our term will soon be over as the year two thousand is up. Life will change and the highest hills will become lower. An may the Lord pass a good judgement on everyone alive and dead.
Sarah Ghriallais - Amhrán Pheter (MHICIL) Báille -Siar an Bóthar - 13-4-07 Mo chúig chéad slán le mo bháidín atá go fánach i Rosamhíl. Nár dheas í ag gabháil go hÁrainn lá breá nó gaoithe aniar! Ní bheadh deifir leis an am agam 's an ghrian ag teannadh siar, Bheadh airgead chuile lá agam, thabharfainn iasc go Rosamhíl. 's tá mo theachaín i lár an ghabháltais is bóithrín go tóin an tí. Shíl mé go mbainfinn sólás as ach ní mar sin féin a bhí, Mar bhuail an bás go hóg mé is bhain sé mo bhean phósta díom, 's d'fhág sin ar bheagán sóláis mé go deo nó go dté mé i gcill. Ó shil mo shúile deora le brón is le briseadh croí, ' lá ar dhún mé clár na cónra ar Mhary Rua is í ag gabháil i gcill; Bhí a gruaig ar dhath an óir bhuí is í 'na duala thar a básta síos; Sí d'fhág mo chroísa buartha go deo is ar feadh mo shaoil. 's nach iomaí sin contúirt mhór ó ariamh i m'óige a ndeachas tríd. Chuaigh mé i gcontúirt mo bháite i gContae an Chláir is in Inis Oírr; Thug Dia agus Muire slán mé as gach gábh dá ndeachas tríd; Níor theastaigh mé ón mbás is fuair mé spás nó go dtéinn in aois. Tá mise i bhfad as Éirinn 's mé in imní oíche agus ló, Go dtiocfadh an bás do m'éileamh is nach mbéinn réitithe faoina chóir. Chosnódh mo bháidín céad orm mé thabhairt go hÉirinn is go Leitir Móir; 's dá mairfinn go haimsir féile bheadh an céad agam gan stró. Is in aimsir Chrann na Páise a tharla an buaireamh seo i dtús an tsaoil; Nuair a thiomáin Iúdaigh táirní trí lámha is chosa Chríost; D'fhulaing Muire máthair na seacht ndólás le briseadh croí, Is fuair an Mhaighdean na seacht sólás in aghaidh gach dólás dár fhulaing sí. Is muide an ceathrú líne a shíolraigh ó Adhamh anuas. Is gearr go mbeidh ár dtéarma déanta is dáta an dá mhíle thuas; Tiocfaidh athrú ar an saol is beidh na cnoic is airde ag ísliú leo; Is dea-bhreith go dtuga an Tiarna do gach créatúr marbh is beo. I bid farewell five hundred times to my boat which is haphazardly in Rosamhíl. She was nice to sail to Árainn on a fine day or with a westerly. I would not be rushed as the sun went westward. I'd have money every day; I'd bring fish to Rosamhíl. My house is in the middle of the holding with a track to its side. I thought I'd get enjoyment from it but that was not to be. I was still young when death came and took my wife from me. That left me short of happiness forever until I should go to my grave. My eyes shed tears of sorrow and heartbreak on the day that I closed the coffin's lid over Mary Rua who was brought to the graveyard. Her hair was golden-coloured as it curled down past her waist. She left my heart saddened forever and for the rest of my life. I went through many dangers since my youth. I was in danger of drowning in County Clare and in Inis Oírr. God and Mary saved me from every peril. Death did not want me and I was spared until my old age. I am far from Ireland and I worry day and night that death will come for me when I am not ready for it. The boat would cost me a hundred, to bring me to Ireland and Leitir Móir and if I survived until the regatta, I'd easily have the hundred again. This grief started at life's beginning at the time of the crucifixion when Jews drove nails through the hands and feet of Christ. Mother Mary suffered the seven sorrows through heartbreak and the Virgin received the seven joys in respect of each sorrow she had suffered. We are the fourth line to descend from Adam. Our term will soon be over as the year two thousand is up. Life will change and the highest hills will become lower. An may the Lord pass a good judgement on everyone alive and dead.
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