In Aimsir Bhaint an Fheir (At Hay-Cutting Time)
Lyrics
Thíos ag cois na farraige bhí teach 'g mo mhuinntir féin Mo mhamaí 'gus mo dheadí 'gus mo chairde 'lig 'en tsaol Guigi ar bhúr bpaidrin 'ach oich' ag gabháil 'na leapa daoibh I ndúil go mbeinn sa bhaile 'gaibh in aimsir bhaint an fhéir A chailíní is a chailíní, 'nach trua libh mo scéal Mise gabháil thar farraige 's gan cead a philleadh 'e choich' Rachaidh mé go h-Albain 's ni phillfidh me go h-éag Toicfaidgh mé 'na bhaile beidh mé bruite tinn. Translation from Irish Gaelic to English Down by the sea was my people's house My Mommy and my Daddy and all of my friends When you go to your bed every evening, say a prayer for me That I will be home in time for the cutting of the hay All you girls, won't you take pity on my plight Me, going over the sea without permission ever to return I will go to Scotland, and I will never return And when I do come home again, I will be crushed with pain
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:49
- Key
- 2
- Tempo
- 120 BPM