781. Éist, a Stór ♫

GRMA, An Loingseoir

Éist, a stór/Listen My Love le Máire Breatnach & Brian Kennedy

Liricí

1.

An gcluineann tú mo ghlór atá ag cur do thuairisce
Do you hear my voice that’s asking for you

ó mhaidin go nóin is as sin go deireadh an lae?
from dawn till noon and from then till the end of day?

Curfá:

Éist, a stór, tá ceol ar an ngaoth
Listen, love, there’s music’s on the wind 

is casfar le chéile sinn roimh dhul faoi na ngréine.
and we will meet before the sun goes down. 

2.

Shiúlas i bhfad is do shamhail ní fhaca.
I walked a long way and did not see your image.

Ba mhór é mo bhrón is ba mhinic mé faoi néal.
My sorrow was great and I was often feeling low.

Curfá

3.

D’aithneoinn do ghlór as seo go Tír-faoi-Thoinn
I’d recognize your voice from here to the land beneath the waves

is sheasfainn sa tsneachta is tú ag gabháil fhoinn go binn.
and would stand in the snow while you would sweetly sing,

Curfá

4.

Is gairid an lá ach is faide an óiche
Short is the day but longer the night

Nach amhlaidh an tseachtain mar a shíneann sí go bliain!
And isn’t the week like that the way it stretches out to a year!

Curfá

1. arís

An gcluineann tú mo ghlór atá ag cur do thuairisce
Do you hear my voice that’s asking for you

ó mhaidin go nóin is as sin go deireadh an lae?
from dawn till noon and from then till the end of day?

Curfá

780. An Páistín Fionn ♫

Liricí

1.

Grá lem’ anam mo pháistín fionn
Love of my soul, my fair little lass

A bhfuil a croí is a haigne ag gáire liom.
Whose heart and mind laughs with me.

A cíocha geala mar bláth na gcrann
Her bright chest like a tree blossom

Is a píob mar eala lá Márta.

And her neck like a swan on a March day.

Curfá:
Is tusa mo rún, mo rún, mo rún.
You are my love, my love, my love.

Is tusa mo rún is mo ghrá geal.
You are my love and my bright love.

Is tusa mo rún is mo chumann go buan.
You are my love and my permanent connection.

‘Sé mo chreach gan tú agam ó do mháithrín.
‘Tis my loss that I don’t have away from your mother.
2.

Cara mo chroí, mo pháistín fionn
Friend of my heart, my fair lass

A bhfuil a dá grua ar lasadh mar bhláth na dtom.
whose two cheeks are alight like the bushes’ bloom.

Tá mise saor ar mo pháistín fionn
I am free of my fair lass

Ach amháin gur d’ólas a sláinte.

 Except that I drank to her health.

3.

Dá mbéinnse sa bhaile ina bhfuil súgradh is greann
If I were at home where there’s play and humour

Nó idir dhá bhairille lán de leann
Or between two barrels full of beer

Mo stóirín im’ aice is mo lámh faoina ceann
My darlin’ beside me and my hand under her head

Nach súgach a d’ólfainn a sláinte.
Wouldn’t it be merrily I’d drink to her health.

Curfá

4.

Chaith mé naoi n-oiche ag luí go bocht
I spent nine nights in fitful sleep

Sínte faoi dhíleann idir dhá thor
Stretched out under a torrent between two bushes

A chumann mo chroí, is mé ag smaoineamh ort
Darling of my heart, as I think of you

Is ná faighinnse le fead ná le glaoch thú.
And may I not get you by whistle or shout.

Curfá

5.

Tréigfead mo mhuintir is mo chairde gaoil.
I would abandon my kith and kin.

Tréigfead a mhaireann de mhnáibh an tsaoil
I would abandon all other women

Ach ní thréigfead lem’ mharthain thu, a stór mo chroí
But as long as I live I’ll not abandon you, love of my heart

Go síntear i gcónra faoi chlár mé.

Until I’m stretched out in a wooden coffin.

779. Moch Sa Mhadainn ♫

Listen here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1D7AE0ohWtE

 

Refrain: Hùg òl aill ò, Hùg òh òr ò nàillibh, Hùg òl aill ò, Seinn òh òr ó nàillibh.

1.

Moch sa mhadainn ’s mi dùsgadh

Early in the morning as I awaken,

’S mòr mo shunnd ’s mo cheòl-gàire,

 Great my joy and loud my laughter,

On a chuala mi ’m Prionnsa

Since I heard that the Prince comes

Thighinn do dhùthaich Chlann Ràghnaill.

To the land of Clanranald.

Refrain: Hùg òl aill ò… etc.

2.

On a chuala mi ’m Prionnsa

Since I heard that the Prince comes

Thighinn do dhùthaich Chlann Ràghnaill;

To the land of Clanranald.

Gràinne mullaich gach rìgh thu,

Thou’rt the choicest of all rulers,

Slàn gum pill thusa, Theàrlaich.

Here’s a health to thy returning.

Refrain: Hùg òl aill ò… etc.

3.

Gràinne mullaich gach rìgh thu,

Thou’rt the choicest of all rulers,

Slàn gum pill thusa, Theàrlaich!

Here’s a health to thy returning.

’S ann tha ’n fhìorfhuil gun truailleadh

His the royal blood unmingled,

Anns a’ ghruaidh as mòr nàire.

Great the modesty in his visage.

Refrain: Hùg òl aill ò… etc.

4.

’S ann tha ’n fhìorfhuil gun truailleadh

His the royal blood unmingled,

Anns a’ ghruaidh as mòr nàire!

Great the modesty in his visage.

Mar ri barrachd na h-uaisle,

With nobility overflowing

’G èirigh suas le deagh nàdar.

And endowed with all good nature;

Refrain: Hùg òl aill ò… etc.

5.

Mar ri barrachd na h-uaisle,

With nobility overflowing

’G éirigh suas le deagh nàdar.

And endowed with all good nature;

Us nan tigeadh tu rithist,

And shouldst thou return ever

Bhiodh gach tighearna na àite.

At his post would be each laird.

Refrain: Hùg òl aill ò… etc.

6.

Us nan tigeadh tu rithist.

And shouldst thou return ever

Bhiodh gach tighearna na àite

At his post would be each laird.

’S nan càiricht’ an crùn ort

If the crown were placed on thee

Bu mhùirneach do chàirdean.

And thy friends would be joyful.

Refrain: Hùg òl aill ò… etc.

778. Gaeilge, Rú!

Sa Ghaeltacht amháin a chloiseann tú Gaeilge, an ea?

Bhuel anois, tá Gaeilge trasna na dtonnta agus ar fud an domhain. Ná cuir baibí sa chúinne. Ní chuireann éinne beaibí sa chúinne. Seo an glaim de na glaim, Ru Paul le Gaeilge agus Gaeilge nádúrtha lán le craic is spraoi atá inti, ar ndóigh.

Seo daoibh

J a cheapann sibh anois?! Teanga dhomhanda. Teanga na linne seo. Beo & sassy, a bheaibí!

Ní sa chúinne ach i lár an aoinaigh ar ardán taispeána is an slua ag tabhairt aird uirthi!

Seo bua do Bhliain na Gaeilge!

777. Neirbhíseach

Clár Ní Raghallaigh & Rachel Walsh le banna Chúrsa D.

Foilsithe ar dtús ar TgLurgan Feabhra 16, 2018

Amhrán le Gavin James

Liricí:
1.

Geallaim dhuit mo lámha i do thimpeall

I promise you my arms around you

Nuair a bhíonn tú préachta i lár na hoíche.

When you’re frozen cold in the middle of the night.

Le deanaí is mé ag smaoineamh nár thaispeáin mé

Lately as I’m thinking that I didn’t show you

Go spreagann tú an ceol seo i mo chroí.

That you inspire this music in my heart.

2.

An fhéile sin dár sásamh i lár an tsamhraidh,

That festival that pleased us in mid-summer,

Faitíos orm roimh thaibhsí ar an traein.

I was scared of ghosts on the train.

Is mar a tharlaíonn ag deireadh gach lae,

And as it happens at the end of every day,

Is dóigh liom go raibh ár ngra ag dul in éag.

I think that our love was fading.

So ní ligfidh mé don ghrá seo dul in éag.

So I won’t let this love fade.

Ú…

3.

Beagáinín neirbhíseach nuair bhí mé leat,

A little bit nervous when I’m with you,

Ag creathadh is ar crith de bhrionglóidí.

Shivering ‘n shaking from the dreams

Na hamhráin sin nach [bhfuil]cloiste ’am go fóill,

Those songs that I have yet to hear,

Níor aithin mé na focail i mo chroí, i mo chroí.

I didn’t recognize the words in my heart, in my heart.

4.

Ó, ach orm atá an stró? Cé a bheidh leat go deo?

Oh, isn’t it a pity for me? Who will be forever with me?

Cé a bheidh leat go deo? Cé a bheidh leat go deo?

Who will be forever with me? Who will be forever with me?

Mura mbím leat?

If I’m not with you?

Ú …

 

776. Scéal Liom Daoibh

Scél Lem Dúib, dán (i SeanGhaeilge) ó Lebor na hUidre, ll.849-856.

Tá an Samhradh Imithe

1. Scél lem dúib:
   dordaid dam;
   snigid gaim;
   ro fáith sam.
2. Gáeth ard úar;
   ísel grían;
   gair a r-rith;
   ruirthech rían;
3. Rorúad rath;
   ro cleth cruth;
   ro gab gnáth
   giugrann guth.
4. Ro gab úacht
   etti én;
   aigre ré;
   é mo scél.

Leagan Béarla ó  Four Old-Irish Songs of Summer and Winter le Kuno Meyer, Londain, 1903 san Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry. Londain, 1911

As Finn, descendent of Baíscni, said:

My tidings for you: the stag bells,
Winter snows, summer is gone.Wind high and cold, low the sun,
Short his course, sea running high.

Deep-red the bracken, its shape all gone,
The wild-goose has raised his wonted cry.

Cold has caught the wings of birds;
Season of ice – these are my tidings

Seo Gaeilge na linne seo leis

Scél lem dúib:

Scéal liom daoibh:

dordaid dam;

búir daimh;

snigid gaim;

sní gheimhridh;

ro fáith sam.

d’fhág an samhradh.

 

Gáeth ard úar;

Gaoth ard úr;

ísel grían;

ísle na gréine;

gair a r-rith;

gearr a rith;

ruirthech rían;

monghar na mara;

 

Rorúad rath;

Rua raithní;

ro cleth cruth;

cruth faoi cheilt;

ro gab gnáth

gnáth faoi láthair

giugrann guth.

guth na gé.

 

Ro gab úacht

greim ag an bhfuacht

etti én;

eití éan;

aigre ré;

ré oigir;

é mo scél.

sin mo scéal.

775. Eleanóir na Rún

 

Eleanóir na Rún

1.

Mo ghrá den chéad fhéachaint thú,  a Eleanóir, a rún.
You’re my love at first-sight, Eleanor, my secret.

Is ortsa a bhím ag smaoineamh tráth a mbím ar mo shuaimh.
It’s of you that I am thinking while I lie asleep.

Mo ghrá den tsaol thú. Ó mo chéad searc.
My love [you’re the love of my life]. Oh, my first treasure.

Is tú is deise ná ban Éireann.
You are the nicest of all the women of Ireland.

 

Curfá:

’S a bhruinnillín deas óg, is tú is deise, is milse póg.
And oh ;ovely young maiden, you have the nicest, sweetest kiss.

Ach chúns a mhairfeadsa beo beidh gean a’m ort.
But for as long as I live I will desire you.

Mar is deas mar a sheolfainn na gamhna leat,  aEleanóir, a rún.

For I would love to drive the calves with you, Eleanor my secret.

 

2.

’S bhí bua aici go meallfadh sí na héanlaith ón gcrann.
And she had the gift that she could entice the birds from the trees.

’S bhí bua eile aici go dtóigfeadh sí an corp fuar ón mbás.

And she had another gift that could take a cold body from death.

’S bhí bua eile aici nach ndéarfaidh mé mar

And she had another gift that I will not tell because

’s í grá mo chroí is ó mo chéad searc.

She is the love of my heart and my first treasure.

Curfá

3.

’S an dtiocfaidh tú nó an bhfanfaidh tú,  a Eleanóir, a rún?
Will you come or will you stay, Eleanor my secret?

Nó an aithneofá an té nach gcáinfeadh thú, mo chuid don tsaol is a stór?

Or would you recognize the one who wouldn’t slander you, my life’s portion & my treasure?

Ó tiocfaidh mé ach ní fhanfaidh mé.
Oh, I will come and I will not stay.

Is maith a d’aithneoinn an té nach gcáinfeadh mé.

It’s well I would recognize the one who would not slander me.

 

Curfá

 

Sean-nós TG4

 

 

 

774. Pop-Up Gaeltacht LA #3

Don bhliain seo, Bliain na Gaeilge, beidh ceithre Pop-Up Gaeltachtaí againn. Ceann ag Imbolc, ag Bealtaine, ag Lúnasa, agus ag Samhain. Le Imbolc a cheiliúradh mar sin, roghnaíomar an pub Éireannach is sine sa chathair: Tom Bergin’s.

Ní raibh mé ann riamh cheana agus bhí ráfla ag dul thart go raibh siad chun an pub a dhúnadh. Seo an tsíleáil

Níl bia acu níos mó agus níl mórán rogha ann le n-ól ach bhí craic againne an oíche sin cé gur trua an scéal nach bhfuil ag éirí leo.

Bhuail mé le fear a bhí ag obair ann. My name’s O Doherty, ar sé liom. Do you know what your family motto is? a d’iarr mé air. Ár ndúchas, Our Heritage, ar sé as Gaeilge and le míniú as Béarla. Bhí ionadh orm. Bhíomar san áit ceart, ceart go leor. Seo Caoimhín

Bhí níos mó fir ná mná ann an oíche seo. Maith iad na leads ó Play Hurling LA a tháinig amach. Bhí spás breá compórdach againn agus muid in ann muid fhéin a chloisteáil go héasca.

Bhí madra ann fiú. Créatúr álainn darb ainm Willa, cé gur BhfuilA atá uirthi anois.

Iontach an rud é bualadh le cairde as Gaeilge. Maith sibh a thosaigh seo. Muid buíoch as. Slán Tamaillín Tom Bergin’s,

Raightso, cá mbeimid i mBealtaine?

 

 

773. Mary Ferguson 1929 – 2018

 

Rugadh Mary Pidgeon ar an 20 Iúil 1929 i mBaile Átha Cliath, Éire. Bhog sí go Cathair na nAingeal i 1958. Is anseo a phós sí  Paul Ferguson i 1964. Bhí cónaí orthu i Montecito Heights.

Bhunaigh sí The Irish Ethos Salon i gCathair na nAingeal. Bhíodh cainteoirí iontacha aici ag caint ag an LA Athletic Club, ag a teach i Montecito Heights agus ag an sean Club Sierra ar Beverly Blvd. Is ansin ag cruinniú an Sierra Club faoi mhodhanna taistil a chuala Kevin Drummond a blas Éireannach is a d’iarr uirthi an mbeadh sí in ann Gaeilge a mhúineadh dó. Ní raibh sí in ann sin a dhéanamh áfach ach chuir sí é i dteagmháil lena cara Breda Cusack, cara le Conradh na Gaeilge a d’imigh uainn dhá bhliain ó shin.

 

Mar gheall ar an moladh sin, thosaigh Bríd ag múineadh, ar dtús tigh Denis agus Joyce Purcell in Eagle Rock. Ach b’fhearr léi múineadh óna teach féin in Inglewood. Lean an rang sin ar aghaidh leis na blianta. Bhí an t-ádh ormsa freastal ar an gClub Leabhar a bhí aici agus ag an tae den scoth ina dhiaidh. Scaip Bríd an grá don teanga agus lean daoine ar aghaidh le Gaeilge ar fud na cathrach mar gheall uirthi. Bhíodh scannáin faoin nGaeilge á thaispeáint acu agus ranganna in áiteachaí eile acu ar nós ag an Columban Father’s Retreat House, West Los Angeles College, ag Harbor College, Angels Gate Park, srl. Sin ar fad a thosaigh agus a chuthaigh Mary. Fíorghael. Ní bheidh a leithéid ann arís.

Thóg ailse fear céile Mary,  Paul,  is é ina seachtóidí. Fuair Mary féin bás Eanáir 11, 2018. Sólás dá cara dílis Ed Vaughan, dá deirfiúr Joa , dá neacht Tina agus dona gasúir Tina: Hannah, John, agus Connor.

 

Beidh Aifreann ann is a saol á comóradh  ag an  Church of the Assumption i bPasadena ag 2640 E. Orange Grove Blvd ag Sierra Madre Blvd. Feabhra 17 ag 11:00rn. Beidh greim le n-ithe díreach ina dhiaidh i seomra ag an Eaglais céanna. Duine maith caillte ag an bpobal Gaelach,

Roinn a cara Jane Elder an guí seo a thaitin léi

Deep peace of the running wave to you

Deep peace of the flowing air to you

Deep peace of the quiet earth to you

Deep peace of the shining stars to you

Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you

Ceol anseo