827. Is Mise Gàidhlig

Bhí alt sna meáin faoi fhoclóir nua don Ghàidhlig. Is maith sin. Cheapfá go mbeadh áthas ar dhaoine faoi ach tá ciníochas fós láidir sa tír is seo is seo is seo mar a bhí cuid den chaint faoi agus alt faoi anseo. GRMA agus tapadh leat, Marconatrix.

Tá grá ag daoine don Ghàidhlig. In am do chúrsa Duolingo a bheith ann. Is glaoigh Scottish ar an gcúrsa le do thoil! Deacrachtaí le Gaelic (dul amú). Fág Scots le Burns.

Iontach ar fad seo a fheiceáil ar Twitter inné

agus i bhfad níos mó. Timpeall 7,000 acu. Ag trendáil ar bharr Twitter. Ardaíonn sin mo chroí.

Is aoibheann linn anseo i gCathair na nAingeal ár dturas go Gàidhlig. Teanga fíorálainn í.

A Scotland without Scottish (Gàidhlig) is like a sky without stars. 

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825. Fill-iù Oro Hù ò

Fill-iù ORO Hù ò

(Níl mé lánchinnte faoi na liricí anseo. Fós ag foghlaim).

 

Fill-iù oro hù o, Bu tu mo chruinneag bhòidheach. Fill-iù oro hù o.

Fill-you oroh hoo o,  You are my lovely lassie. Fill-you oroh hoo o 

 

1. Dheidhinn dhan a’ ghealaidh leat nan geallach tu mo phòsadh.

I would go to the moon with you if you promised to marry me.

2. Dheidhinn leat dha na rionnagan nam bitheadh do chuideachd deònach.

I would go to the stars with you if your family were willing.

3. Dheidhinn leat a dh’Èirinn gu fèill nam ban òga.

I would go to Ireland with you to the fair of young women.

4. Irish: Rachainn go dtí na réalta dá dtiocfá liomsa

Or Scottish: Dheidhinn dha na rionnagan nam boidh do chuideachd deonach

I would go to the stars if you would go with me.

5 Irish: Rachainn leat anoir ‘s aniar gan each gan araí gan bróga

Or Scottish: Dheidhinn leat an ear ‘s an iar gun each gun arian, gun bhotuinn

I would go with you east and west without a horse, without a bridle, without shoes (boots)

6. Mise ?

7. Ag eistachd ris na h-iarlachan ‘gad iarraidh gus do phosadh

Listening to the earls wanting you to marry

8. Chuala mi na ministearan a’ bruidhinn ar do bhóichead

I heard the ministers talking of your beauty.

9. (Dheidhinn leat a dh’Uibhist far am buidhicheadh an t-eòrna

I would go to Uist with you where the barley grows yellow)

Song #2

Chorus
O cò bheir mi leam air an luing Èireannaich, O cò bheir mi leam?

Oh who will I bring on the Irish ship?

‘Se mi ghradh, bheir mi leam air an luing Èireannaich,

Cò eile? Iain bheir mi leam air an luing Èireannaich

Cò eile? Naoise bheir mi leam air an luing Èireannaich

Cò eile? Seanie bheir mi leam air an luing Èireannaich

Cò eile? Alec bheir mi leam air an luing Èireannaich

Cò eile? Steve bheir mi leam air an luing Èireannaich

Cò eile? Seamaí bheir mi leam air an luing Èireannaich

Cò eile? Julie bheir mi leam air an luing Èireannaich

Cò eile? Muireann bheir mi leam air an luing Èireannaich

Cò eile? Niamh bheir mi leam air an luing Èireannaich

802. An Tiarna Randall

Seo amhrán a chuir ag caoineadh mé agus beagnach gach duine eile sa phictiúrlann nuair a chonaic mé Song of Granite le déanaí.

Ach cérbh é Lord Randall? Nuair a chloisim an t-ainm sin na laethanta seo, smaoiním ar an diabhal Black Jack Randall in Outlander.

Bhí bailéad leis an ainm sin fadó ó theorainn Shasana/Albain. Comhrá idir an tiarna óg is a mháthair atá ann. Thaisteal an t-amhrán. Tá bailéidí cosúil leis ar fud na hEorpa i go leor teangachaí: Gearmáinis, Danmhairgis, Magiarach (ón Ungair), Gaeilge, Sualannach, Uendis (Slavaic) agus Iodáilis ina measc. San leagan Iodáilis tugtar L’avvelenato (an fear ar tugadh nimh dó) nó Il testamento dell’avvelenato (tiomna an fhir ar tugadh nimh dó). Bhí leagan de le Camillo il Bianchino, i Verona i 1629.

An scéal

Filleann An Tiarna Randall abhaile, áit ina bhfuil a mháthair. Fiafraíonn a mháthair cad a tharla is faigheann sí amach gur thug leannán Randall nimh dó. San amhrán cloistear ar mhaith le Randall a dhéanamh len atá aige sa saol.

San leagan seo, míníonn Joe gur í deirfiúr Lord Randall atá ag cur na ceisteanna ar an bhfear atá ag fáil bháis. Is minic a deirtear ‘dearthairín’ nuair nach dearthair atá i gceist. Amantaí cara atá ann.  Seans freisin gurb é a sheanmháthair atá á cheistiú, nó aintín leis.

Leagan de The Star of the County Down atá sa cheol anseo.

Míniú ar an scéal ina fhocail féin ag Joe Heaney:

[…] the story we had: that his newly-married wife that gave him an eel full of poison for his dinner. And that his sister was sitting by his bedside, asking him questions. Where were you all day? Cé raibh tú ó mhaidin, a dhearthairín, ó? And then, What will you leave your father? What will you leave your mother? What will you leave your brother? You know. What will you leave your wife? And he said, Ifreann mar dhúiche aice. Hell to be her land. Flaithis a bheith dúnta uirthi. Heaven to be closed to her.

And then he had two sons, according to this story, too. And she asked him, What will you leave your little sons?Hopping, he said from place to place, begging their food, he said, and ending up with the same way he said I’m dying now.He was bitter, and who wouldn’t be? And this is the way they used to sing it at home:

 

1. Cá raibh tú ó mhaidin, a dheartháirín, ó?
Where have you been since morning, my little brother, oh?

‘S cá raibh tú ó mhaidin, a phlúr na bhfear óg?
And where have you been since morning, oh flower of youth?

Bhí mé ag iascach ‘gus ag foghlaeireacht.  Cóirigh mo leaba dhom.
I was fishing and fowling. Get my bed ready for me.

Tá mé tinn fá mo chroí, agus ligigí dhom luí.
My heart is sick and let me lie down. 

2. Céard a d’ith tú ar do dhinnéir, a dheartháirín, ó?
What did you eat for your dinner, little brother, oh?

‘S céard a d’ith tú ar do dhinnéir, a phlúr na bhfear óg?
And what did you eat for your dinner,  oh flower of youth?

Óra, eascann a raibh lúib (cor) inti, nimh fuinte ‘gus é brúite uirthi.
Oh, eel that had a twist in it, poison kneaded and pressed onto it.

Tá mé tinn fá mo chroí, agus ligigí dhom luí.
My heart is sick and let me lie down. 

3. Céard a fhágfas tú ag do Dheaide, a dheartháirín, ó?
What will you leave your Daddy, little brother, oh?

Céard a fhágfas tú ag do Dheaide, a phlúr na bhfear óg?
What will you leave your Daddy, oh flower of youth?

Óra, eochair mo stábla aige. Sin ‘gus mo láir aige.
Oh, the key to the stable. That and my mare.

Tá mé tinn fá mo chroí, agus ligigí dhom luí.
My heart is sick and let me lie down. 

4. Céard a fhágfas tú ag do dheartháir (dheirfiúr), a dheartháirín, ó?
What will you leave to your brother (sister),  little brother, oh?

Céard a fhágfas tú ag do dheartháir (dheirfiúr), a phlúr na bhfear óg?
What will you leave to your brother (sister), oh flower of youth?

Óra, eochair mo thrunca aige (aici). Sin agus míle punt aige (aici).
Oh, the key to my truck. That and a thousand pounds.

Tá mé tinn fá mo chroí, agus ligigí dhom luí.
My heart is sick and let me lie down. 

5. Céard a fhágfas tú ag do chleamhnaithe, a dheartháirín, ó?
What will you leave your in-laws, little brother, oh?

Céard a fhágfas tú ag do chleamhnaithe, a phlúr na bhfear óg?
What will you leave your in-laws,  oh flower of youth?

Fuacht fada ‘gus seachrán agus oíche ar gach bothán.
Long periods of coldness and straying and night with no shelter.

Tá mé tinn fá mo chroí, agus ligigí dhom luí.
My heart is sick and let me lie down. 

6. Céard a fhágfas tú ag do mháthair, a dheartháirín,ó?
What will you leave your mother, little brother, oh?

‘S céard a fhágfas tú ag do mháthair, a phlúr na bhfear óg?
And what will you leave your mother, oh flower of youth?

Dhá bhfágfainn an saol broghach aici, d’fhágfainn croí cráite aice.
If I were to leave her to a sullied life, I would only leave her with a tormented heart.

Tá mé tinn fá mo chroí, agus ligigí dhom luí.
My heart is sick and let me lie down. 

7. Céard a fhágfas tú ag do bhean phósta, a dheartháirín, ó?
What will you leave your wife, little brother, oh?

Céard a fhágfas tú ag do bhean phósta, a phlúr na bhfear óg?
What will you leave your wife, oh flower of youth?

Óra, ifreann mar dhúiche aici, is na flaithis a bheith dúnta uirthi.
Hell for her dwelling-place, heaven to be closed to her.

Tá mé tinn fá mo chroí, agus beidh go deo deo.
My heart is sick, and will be forever.

Aguisíní:

1930: Scríobh Dorothy Sayers faoi leabhar Strong Poison i scéal atá cosúil leis.1962: San amhrán A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall, rinne Bob Dylan trácht ar Lord Randall.Seans go bhfuil gaol ag Lord Randall leis an amhrán My Boy Billy, amhrán a thaitníonn leis an Ord Oráisteach. 

 

 

789. Seo is Brí Linn

Cé muid? Cad is brí linn?

Smaointe is muid ag ceiliúradh Seachtain na Gaeilge. You speak Gaelic, right?  Why don’t Irish people speak Irish? Nó as Gaeilge fiú: Cén fáth a mbíonn drogall ar dhaoine Gaeilge a labhairt? Sin na ceisteanna is mó a fhaighim anseo i SAM. Mar sin, le cúrsaí a mhíniú do dhaoine le Béarla a mhúin leagan na himpearachta den stair, tá freagraí uaim dóibh inniu i dteanga na himpireachta ach le tuiscint na nGael.

Spreag an físeán seo ar fad inniu

The ‘initiative’ of Empire as mentioned in the video above was to make the language (Irish) disappear: to demean it, to murder it. Linguicide.

Think about the word ‘demean.’ It was to forcefully, cruelly strip us of our culture, of meaning, and indeed of our very existence until there would be no evidence we were ever here. Our only ‘valid’ meaning would as British ‘civilized’ citizens. The ‘initiative’ was to erase evidence of all that made us Irish, to make us ashamed of being Irish, and hate who we are.

It was to take away the name ‘Irish’ from the language and replace it with ‘Gaelic’ and, in so doing, take away the association of the language with our nation (which was to be assimilated too). It was the planting of the idea that ‘Gaelic’ was obscure: long gone & forgotten. Irish? What’s that? That’s not even a language! That massive crime of Imperialism is still in people’s heads. Some have forgotten the cause of it.

It is a shame that was passed from generation to generation. We need to lose the shame, the fear of being mocked. We need to stop mocking as we were taught to mock. We must recognize racism in our midst and call it out. You haven’t gone all Gaelic, have you! Those are words of derision that slip out of people’s mouths because that’s what was passed down.

John O’Brien wrote an article recently in The Irish Times of his fear of speaking Irish in Ireland: The hardest part was hearing myself speak Irish out loud in front of other Irish people. I feared they would judge my waning ability, or think I was some showy langer. I still feel it, almost six years later whenever I visit home, but I push through. That is the barrier to break: to stop people from demeaning us, to stop the shaming.

It takes a long time for a nation to recover from the trauma of having its identity trampled upon. But it IS happening and it is a joy to watch! We have meaning again. Not as imitations of other people, but as ourselves. Not afraid. We are excited and empowered. Irish is growing as a result of the hard work of many groups such as Conradh na Gaeilge. It is far healthier than it was when this video was made.

Thankfully it is becoming far more common to hear young people speaking with each other naturally in Irish on buses, on trains, in shops. When we don’t need the Pop-Up Gaeltachts as a crutch (as a safe zone) anymore, we will be free. In the meantime, the craic it brings really helps. Despite what is said in the video, Welsh is stronger: a success story. Bless them! 

I’m proud to be part of a movement that lets people know that Irish is not dead, not shameful, not inferior. It is a treasure. It is here. WE are still here and sharing the love of the language with all we meet. When the inherited shame is dead, life has a far deeper and real meaning. More and more of us are speaking our language and loving it. That gives meaning to who I am.

Labhair í and taste the difference ☺

Bí linn. Seo is brí linn.

787. Meiriceánach le Gaeilge

Cloisim daoine ag rá nach féidir le Meiriceánaigh Gaeilge a fhoghlaim. Tá siad iomlán mícheart.

Neart anseo i gCalifornia le Gaeilge agus fiú cuid acu ag tógáil a ngasúir le Gaeilge.

Bhuail mé le Séamas Ó Díreáin anseo i gCalifornia. Fear lán le scéalta. Roinnt acu a thuigim go maith.

Creid ionaibh féin, a chairde. Is féidir saol le Gaeilge a bheith agaibh. Just, roghnaigh é.

Bain taitneamh as #SnaG18. Cúpla frása nua chuile sheachtain agus beidh Gaeilge amháin agaibh roimh i bhfad ☺

 

 

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.

741. Auld Lang Syne as Gaeilge

Bliain Úr Mhaith faoi Mhaise!

1. Leagan ó 2013

Version for those with no Irish. I’ll make handouts.* Full audience participation encouraged.

Oh vun gu bawr nah tee-reh is / e-er fud on down shoh bye

Nah gale eg kon-a / lawv er lawv / e-er ee-ha Auld Lang Syne.

Er ee-ha Auld Land Syne shuh mwij / er ee-ha Auld Lang Syne

Eg kon a-mok leh brohd a-nukt / e-er ee-ha Auld Lang Syne

Version for those le Gaeilge

Ó bhun go barr na tíre is ar fud an domhain seo beidh 

Na Gaeil ag canadh lámh ar lámh ar oíche Auld Lang Syne.

Ar oíche Auld Lang Syne seo muid, ar oíche Auld Lang Syne

Ag canadh amach le bród anocht ar oíche Auld Lang Syne.

Bliain na Gaeilge 2018 linn & seo Auld Lang Syne as Gaeilge le canadh le tús maith a chur leis an mbliain is muid ag casadh ar Oíche Chinn Bhliana.

Liricí:

1.

Ó bhun go barr na tíre is ar fud an domhain seo beidh

Na Gaeil ag casadh lámh ar lámh ar oíche Auld Lang Syne.

Curfá

Ar oíche Auld Lang Syne seo muid, ar oíche Auld Lang Syne

Ag casadh amach anocht le bród ar oíche Auld Lang Syne.

2.

Ó Mhumhain go Gaillimh ‘s ar aghaidh ó Thuaidh agus ‘fud fad Chúige Laighean

Beidh glór ón Daingean uasal libh ar oíche Auld Lang Syne.

 

Leagan eile ar 2: Ó Mhumhain go Connacht, Uladh go Laighean is fiú amháin thar lear

Beidh glór ann, daingean buan ‘sin libh ar oíche Auld Lang Syne.

 

Seo a bhéas againn:

Véarsa

Ó bhun go barr na tíre is ar fud an domhain seo beidh

From bottom go top of the country and throughout the entire world

Oh vun gu bawr nah tee-reh is / e-er fud on down shoh bye

 

Na Gaeil ag canadh lámh ar lámh ar oíche Auld Lang Syne.

The Gaels a singing hand in hand on the night of Auld Lang Syne.

Nah gale eg kon-a / lawv er lawv / e-er ee-ha Auld Lang Syne.

 

Curfá

Ar oíche Auld Lang Syne seo muid, ar oíche Auld Lang Syne

On the night of Auld Lang Syne here we are, on the night of Auld Lang Syne

Er ee-ha Auld Land Syne shuh mwij, er ee-ha Auld Lang Syne

 

Ag canadh amach le bród anocht ar oíche Auld Lang Syne.

Singing out with pride tonight on the night of Auld Land Syne

Eg kon a-mok leh brohd a-nukt/ e-er ee-ha Auld Lang Syne

 

For those who speak neither Irish nor Scots:

So what does Auld Lang Syne mean and what language is it?

Auld Lang Syne means Old Long Since.

The language is Scots (not Scottish), the language of Robbie Burns.

Is it Celtic? No, that’s Scottish: Gàidhlig

Is Scots English? Well, watch below. Settle in. The Vowel Shift is key.

Handout:

Scottish: Deich   Naoi   Ochd   Seachd   Sia     Còig   Ceithir      Trì         Dhà    Aon

Irish :      Deich    Naoi   Ocht    Seacht    Sé      Cúig   Ceathair  Trí         Dó      Aon

Manx:     Jeih       Nuy    Hoght  Shiaght  Shey Queig  Kiare       Tree      Jees    Un

English:  Ten        Nine   Eight    Seven    Six     Five     Four        Three   Two     One …

Bliadhna Mhaith Ùr. Bliain Mhaith Úr faoi Mhaise. Blein Vie Noa. Happy Hogmanay!

Auld Lang Syne (Old Long Since) Is it right that old times be forgotten? 

This is perhaps the most commonly sung version (apart from the Irish verse added here)

1. Should old acquaintance be forgot & never brought to mind?
   Should old acquaintance be forgot for the sake of Auld Lang Syne?

Chorus: For Auld Lang Syne, my dear, for Auld Lang Syne,
We’ll drink a cup o’ kindness yet for the sake of Auld Lang Syne.

Irish (with English spellings)**

Oh vun gu bawr nah tee-reh is / e-er fud on down shoh bye

Nah gale eg kon-a / lawv er lawv / e-er ee-ha Auld Lang Syne. 

Er ee-ha Auld Land Syne shuh mwij / er ee-ha Auld Lang Syne

Eg kon a-mok leh brohd a-nukt / e-er ee-ha Auld Lang Syne.

 

2. And surely you’ll buy your pint cup and surely I’ll buy mine!
   And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet for the sake of Auld Lang Syne.

 

3. We two have run about the slopes and picked the daisies fine.
   But we’ve wandered many a weary foot since Auld Lang Syne.

 

4. We two have paddled in the stream from morning sun till dine;
   But seas between us broad have roared since Auld Lang Syne.

 

5. And there’s a hand my trusty friend and give me a hand o’ thine!
   And we’ll take a right good-will draught for Auld Lang Syne.

Last time!

(Join hands (crossed) in a big circle. At the end of this verse run to the middle with hands still crossed. When the circle is re-established, everyone turns under the arms to end up facing outwards with hands still joined.)

Should old acquaintance be forgot & never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot for the sake of Auld Lang Syne?
For Auld Lang Syne, my dear, for Auld Lang Syne,
We’ll drink a cup o’ kindness yet for the sake of Auld Lang Syne.

Bliadhna Mhaith Ùr. Bliain Mhaith Úr faoi Mhaise. Blein Vie Noa. Happy Hogmanay!

Donas Amach! Sonas Isteach!

Badness out! Happiness in!

**Meaning of Irish verse

From bottom go top of the country and throughout the entire world

The Gaels [are] a singing hand in hand on the night of Auld Lang Syne.

On the night of Auld Lang Syne here we are, on the night of Auld Lang Syne

Singing out with pride tonight on the night of Auld Land Syne.

 

Irish (Irish Spellings first)

Ó bhun go barr na tíre is ar fud an domhain seo beidh

Oh vun gu bawr nah tee-reh is / e-er fud on down shoh bye

 

Na Gaeil ag canadh lámh ar lámh ar oíche Auld Lang Syne.

Nah gale eg kon-a / lawv er lawv / e-er ee-ha Auld Lang Syne.

 

Ar oíche Auld Lang Syne seo muid, ar oíche Auld Lang Syne

Ere ee-ha Auld Land Syne shuh mwij, er ee-ha Auld Lang Syne

 

Ag canadh amach le bród anocht ar oíche Auld Lang Syne.

Eg kon a-mok leh brohd a-nukt / e-er ee-ha Auld Lang Syne

 

2. Leagan ó 2017 ► 2018

Iomlán as Gaeilge

Anocht ar fud an domhain go léir
Soir, siar is bun go barr
Ag canadh lámh ar lámh, na Gaeil
ar oíche Auld Lang Syne

Cúrfa:
Go maire cuimhne ár ngrá, a chroí
Go maire cuimhne ár ngrá,
Nach n-ólfaidh muid ár sláinte arís
ar oíche Auld Lang Syne

Ó Mhumhain go Gaillimh
is ar aghaidh ó thuaidh
agus fud fad Chúige Laighean
Beidh glór an Daingin buailte libh
ar oíche Auld Lang Syne

Go maire cuimhne ár ngrá, a chroí
Go maire cuimhne ár ngrá,
Nach n-ólfaidh muid ár sláinte arís
ar oíche Auld Lang Syne

Go maire cuimhne ár ngrá, a chroí
Go maire cuimhne ár ngrá,
Nach n-ólfaidh muid ár sláinte arís

Ar oíche Auld Lang Syne