Níl na Lá
May 7, 2007 10:20 AM
A wonderfully sloppy version of an old Irish folk tune, recorded for the laugh, wherin an old man goes into a pub and is told to hit the road until he produces a shilling and is told to stay til morning!
posted by TwoWordReview (4 comments total) 2 users marked this as a favorite
posted by TwoWordReview (4 comments total) 2 users marked this as a favorite
Man, Gaelic is just terribly fascinating. Any chance of you posting the lyrics? This is a nice song, thanks for sharing it.
posted by snsranch at 1:55 PM on May 7, 2007
posted by snsranch at 1:55 PM on May 7, 2007
Lyrics by request
Chuaigh mé isteach i dteach aréir
Is d'iarr mé cairde ar mhnaoi an leanna.
Is é dúirt sí liom "ní bhfaighidh tú deor.
Buail an bóthar is gabh abhaile."
Curfá:
Níl sé ina lá, níl a ghrá,
Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go maidin,
Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go fóill,
Solas ard atá sa ghealaigh.
Chuir mé féin mo lámh i mo phóca
Is d'iarr mé briseadh scillinge uirthi.
Is é dúirt sí liom "suigh síos ag bord
Is bí ag ól anseo go maidin."
Curfá
"éirigh i do shuí, a fhear an tí,
Cuir ort do bhrístí is do hata
Go gcoinne tú ceol leis an duine cóir
A bheas ag ól anseo go maidin."
Curfá
Nach mise féin an fear gan chéill
A d'fhág mo chíos in mo scornaigh?
D'fhág mé léan orm féin
Is d'fhág mé séan ar dhaoine eile.
posted by TwoWordReview at 3:15 PM on May 7, 2007
Chuaigh mé isteach i dteach aréir
Is d'iarr mé cairde ar mhnaoi an leanna.
Is é dúirt sí liom "ní bhfaighidh tú deor.
Buail an bóthar is gabh abhaile."
Curfá:
Níl sé ina lá, níl a ghrá,
Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go maidin,
Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go fóill,
Solas ard atá sa ghealaigh.
Chuir mé féin mo lámh i mo phóca
Is d'iarr mé briseadh scillinge uirthi.
Is é dúirt sí liom "suigh síos ag bord
Is bí ag ól anseo go maidin."
Curfá
"éirigh i do shuí, a fhear an tí,
Cuir ort do bhrístí is do hata
Go gcoinne tú ceol leis an duine cóir
A bheas ag ól anseo go maidin."
Curfá
Nach mise féin an fear gan chéill
A d'fhág mo chíos in mo scornaigh?
D'fhág mé léan orm féin
Is d'fhág mé séan ar dhaoine eile.
posted by TwoWordReview at 3:15 PM on May 7, 2007
Translation
I went into a (public) house last night
and I asked the barwoman for credit
She said to me "You won't get a drop
Hit the road and go home."
Chorus:
It's not yet day, it's not my love,
it's not yet day and it won't be 'till morning,
it's not yet day and it won't be yet,
A high light is in the moon.
I put my hand in my pocket
and I asked for the change of a shilling.
She said to me, "Sit down at the table
And drink here until the morning."
"Rise up, man of the house,
put on your trousers and your hat,
'till you keep music with the good person
who'll be drinking here until morning."
Amn't I the senseless man
Who left my rent in my throat
I brought anguish on myself
and left others prosperous.
posted by TwoWordReview at 3:18 PM on May 7, 2007
I went into a (public) house last night
and I asked the barwoman for credit
She said to me "You won't get a drop
Hit the road and go home."
Chorus:
It's not yet day, it's not my love,
it's not yet day and it won't be 'till morning,
it's not yet day and it won't be yet,
A high light is in the moon.
I put my hand in my pocket
and I asked for the change of a shilling.
She said to me, "Sit down at the table
And drink here until the morning."
"Rise up, man of the house,
put on your trousers and your hat,
'till you keep music with the good person
who'll be drinking here until morning."
Amn't I the senseless man
Who left my rent in my throat
I brought anguish on myself
and left others prosperous.
posted by TwoWordReview at 3:18 PM on May 7, 2007
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posted by micayetoca at 11:44 AM on May 7, 2007