MUSIC: Na Buachailli Alainn by Clannad
# Mo bheannacht le na buachailli
# A dimigh uain thar saile
# Ach dfag siad culaith dheas orm
# Le dhul amach De Domhnaigh
# Cota mor go talamh
# Agus bheiste den tsioda laidir
# Briste bhi san fhaisean
# Agus broga de'n leathar Spainneach
# Oro na buachailli
# Na buachailli bhi alainn
# Oro na buachailli
# Na buachailli bhi alainn
# Nuair a tchimsa an fharraige garbh
# O se mo chroi bios craite
# Ag smaoineadh ar na buachailli
# Mar bhionn siad ins na badai
# Ach guim-sa Ri na nAingeal
# Se shorcuios na plaineid
# 'S go dtuga se slan na buachailli
# Ar chontuirt a bheith baite
# Oro na buachailli
# Na buachailli bhi alainn
# Oro na buachailli
# Na buachailli bhi alainn
# Fuair me litir as Albain
# 'S ni raibh se in mo shasamh
# Gur posadh na buachailli
# Ar chailini na h-aite
# Ach ni nar mhaith linn acu iad
# Da mbeadh siad inar sasamh
# Ach cailini na n-oilean
# 'S iad an dream a bhfearr linn
# Oro na buachailli
# Na buachailli bhi alainn
# Oro na buachailli
# Na buachailli bhi alainn
# Oro na buachailli
# Na buachailli bhi alainn
# Oro na buachailli
# Na buachailli bhi alainn
# Oro na buachailli
# Na buachailli bhi alainn
# Oro na buachailli
# Na buachailli bhi alainn
# Oro na buachailli
# Na buachailli bhi alainn
# Oro na buachailli
# Na buachailli bhi alainn. #
APPLAUSE
Failte. You're all very welcome.
The group is Clannad, and that would mean,
well, a long time I ago, we named it Clann As Dobhar.
And Dobhar is in the Gaeltacht of Donegal.
And not too far from the Gaeltacht of Gaoth Dobhair and Dobhar
is an island called Tory Island,
and that's where we heard the first song, called the Buachailli Alainn.
Another poem this time, and it's in English,
and it's by a well-known Sligo man called WB Yeats.
And a fella from Derry by the name of Herbert Hughes set it to music.
It's a sentimental love song,
amhran gra do ainm Down By The Salley Gardens.
# Down by the salley gardens
# My love and I did meet
# She passed the salley gardens
# With little snow-white feet
# She bid me take love easy
# As the leaves grow on the trees
# But I, being young and foolish
# With her would not agree
# In a field by the river
# My love and I did stand
# And on my leaning shoulder
# She laid her snow-white hand
# She bid me take life easy
# As the grass grows on the weirs
# But I was young and foolish
# And now I am full of tears
# Down by the salley gardens
# My love and I did meet
# She passed the salley gardens
# With little snow-white feet
# She bid me take love easy
# As the leaves grow on the trees
# But I, being young and foolish
# With her would not
# Agree. #
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We will continue with a song as Rann na Feirste,
in Donegal,
and it was composed by Sean Ban Mac Grianna, a poet,
and he called it Mheall Si Lena Glorthai Me.
# Seo mo mhallacht ar na mna
# 'Siad a mhearaigh me 'gus rinne mo chra
# Thit me i dtus mo shaoil i ngra
# Le speirbhe, an alainn og
# Is mheall si lena glorthai me
# 'S i bhi sochmai laghach gan bhroid
#'S i ba mheallachai 's ba mhilse pog
# Bhi se croiuil greannmhar coir
# 'S ni breag a bhfuil me 'ra
# Gur mheall si lena glorthai me
# Shil me nach raibh duine bocht ar mo dhream
# Nach raibh sa tsaol seo ach sport is greann
# Ach faraoir ta me fagtha anois go fann
# Modhobhran bhoct liom fein
# O mheall si lena glorthai me
# Is iomai oiche fhada fhuar
# A chaith me 'suiri leithe chois na gcruach
# Is a 'teacht 'na 'bhaile aris gan ghruaim
# Le bodhranacht a' lae
# Nuair a mheall si lena glorthai me
# Thog si a seotlai i bhfad ar shiul
# Is d'fhag si mise a' sileadh na sul
# Nar chuma liom da mbinn a' duil
# Lena feiceail aris nios mo
# Och, mheall si lena glorthai me
# Nach doiligh domhsa theacht frid a' tsaol
# O d'ealaigh an ainnir ud a chraigh mo chroi
# Is d'fhag si mise lag gan bhri
# 'O mo chaitheamh 's 'o mo chloi
# o mheall si lena glorthai me
# Ach da bhfaighinn-s'a an saol seo ar mo mhian
# Sceal cinnte go mbeimis og a choich'
# No chuirfin-se lamh na cloige aris
# Go dti an t-am arbh fhiu bheith beo
# Nuair a mheall si lena glorthai me
# Mheall si lena glorthai me
# Gur mheall si lena glorthai me
# O mheall si lena glorthai me. #
APPLAUSE
Thank you.
It's my privilege to introduce tonight's guests on the show,
both fine guitarists, particularly Arty McGlynn from Omagh,
well known not only in this country but internationally, as well.
So please give a warm welcome to Arty McGlynn and Conan McGrath.
APPLAUSE
THEY PLAY JIG
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THEY PLAY JIG
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And thank you, Arty McGlynn and Conan McGrath.
The next melody, we heard on Tory Island, again, last summer.
And we had friend of ours, Tom Moore, put lyrics to it,
and he called it Strayed Away.
In on three, in on three...
# Ears will hear them sing
# Names gracefully ring
# Far places, the overthrown traces
# And stray away
# Further on we go
# More beggars with bowls
# Small vessels to hold the whole world
# Of the strayed away
# Letters of home from here
# Tell fortune and cheer
# How can they believe it
# From someone who strays away?
HARMONICA SOLO
# Strangers by the door
# Camp-tired and sore
# Come counting on kindness
# For those who have strayed away
# Every mile you roam
# Ten thousand from home
# And long reasons for grieving
# Believing you've strayed away. #
APPLAUSE
Now we're going to play an air from Ulster,
and it's called Bruach Na Carraige Baine,
which is The Brink Of The White Rock.
MUSIC: Bruach Na Carraige Baine
APPLAUSE
ALL: # Him o i og i o
# A Mhorag 's na ho ro gheallaidh
# Him o i og i o
# Mhorag Bheag a'chul dualaich
# Gu de dh'fhag an gruaim air t'aire
# Him o i og i o
# A Mhorag 's na ho ro gheallaidh
# Him o i og i o
# 'G iomain a chruaidh-laoidh gu airidh
# 'S nach fhaic mi mo ghradh a dh'fhearaibh
# Him o i og i o
# A Mhorag 's na ho ro gheallaidh
# Him o i og i o
# 'G iomain a chruaidh-laoidh gu airidh
# 'S nach fhaic mi mo ghradh a dh'fhearaibh
# Him o i og i o
# A Mhorag 's na ho ro gheallaidh
# Him o i og i o
# Suithadaibh luadhaibh an clo
# Gu deise phosaidh dha mo leannan
# Him o i og i o
# A Mhorag 's na ho ro gheallaidh
# Him o i og i o
# Tha te ur am buth an tailleir
# 'S thig i an duigh na 'maireach dhachaidh
# Him o i og i o
# A Mhorag 's na ho ro gheallaidh
# Him o i og i o
# Chan eil mo leannan-sa ga h-iarriadh
# Tha te liath aige's te thartain
# Him o i og i o
# A Mhorag 's na ho ro gheallaidh
# Him o i og i o. #
APPLAUSE
Thank you. We've come to our last song in tonight's performance.
But before that, I'd like to thank the audience here in the studio,
and the crew tonight.
I'd also like to thank our guests,
Arty McGlynn and Conan McGrath,
and you out there, watching the show with us tonight.
HE SPEAKS IRISH
Enya will sing a song now called An tUll - The Apple.
A haon, a do, a tri, a ceathair.
# Ta sceilin na 'gam le h-insint doibhse
# Cursai spoirt agus comhra di
# Ull brea gleoite do chuireas I mo phoca
# 'S ni bhfuaras romham ach pratin sil
# O mo thuirse mar shileann mo shuile
# Indiadh an ull ud a bhi brea bui
# An oig-bhean uasal bhi t'reis e thabhairt domh
# 'S do thabhairfinn punt ar e bhlaiseadh aris
# Do shiulais Cleire agus Carraig Aonair
# Cuanta Beara bhi romham sa tsli
# Puinte na nGreige 'gus na nDorsai Maola
# An fhiach 's an lao taobh amuigh de Bhaoi
# O mo thuirse mar shileann mo shuile
# Indiadh an ull ud a bhi brea bui
# An oig-bhean uasal bhi t'reis e thabhairt domh
# 'S do thabhairfinn punt ar e bhlaiseadh aris
# Do shiulais Cualach mar a bhios buartha
# An pharoiste thuaidh a 's na hAdhrai
# San oilean Muarseadh d'inis dom buachaill
# Nach bhfailghinn a thuairisc go dteinn thar snaidhm
# O mo thuirse mar shileann mo shuile
# Indiadh an ull ud a bhi brea bui
# An oig-bhean uasal bhi t'reis e thabhairt domh
# 'S do thabhairfinn punt ar e bhlaiseadh aris
# So shiulios Coibh agus Baile na Mona
# Cathair Tun Toime 'gus Inis Seircin
# Soir ar a chosta sea d'inis domh stroinse
# Go rabh se 'na sheo acu ar Sraid Neidin
# O mo thuirse mar shileann mo shuile
# Indiadh an ull ud a bhi brea bui
# An oig-bhean uasal bhi t'reis e thabhairt domh
# 'S do thabhairfinn punt ar e bhlaiseadh aris
# O mo thuirse mar shileann mo shuile
# Indiadh an ull ud a bhi brea bui
# An oig-bhean uasal bhi t'reis e thabhairt domh
# 'S do thabhairfinn punt ar e bhlaiseadh aris
# O mo thuirse mar shileann mo shuile
# Indiadh an ull ud a bhi brea bui
# An oig-bhean uasal bhi t'reis e thabhairt domh
# 'S do thabhairfinn punt ar e bhlaiseadh aris. #
APPLAUSE