Celtic Woman - Mary McLaughlin - Sealwoman (Yundah) | Текст песни

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Ionn da ionn do
Ionn da od-ar da.
Ionn da ionn do
Ionn da od-ar da.
Hi-o-dan dao od-ar da.

VERSE 1 [ English, over the top ]
Over the waves, you call to me
Shadow of dream, ancient mystery
Oh, how I long for your sweet caress
Oh, hand I long for your gentleness

Torn between sea mists and solid land
Nights when I've ached for a human hand
I'll come to you while the Moon shines bright
But I must go free with the first streak of light

Bheir mi hiù ra bho nail-e bho
Bheir mi hiù bho ho ro i
Bheir mi hiù ra bho nail-e bho
An cadal trom 's an deachaidh mi.

Thomson says the only words that mean anything are in the last line, "the deep sleep into which I went".

[ As quoted in Songs of the Hebrides, Kenneth MacLeod and Marjorie Kennedy-Fraser, vol.II. (But here re-quoted from David Thomson, The People of the Sea, 1954). ]

"The Isleman in whom goodness is stronger than love, finding the sealwoman bathing in the creek, will let her go back to her own natural element: the Islesman in whom love is stronger than goodness cunningly hides her skin, and weds her on the third night after he has found her.

The sealwoman was hot and tired baking the bread and making the churn against her husband's return from the hunting-hill. "Ochon, the burning of me", thought she, "what would I not give for a dive and a dip into the beauteous coolness of the cool sea-water!" On the very heel of her words, who rushed in but her wee laddie, his two eyes aglow. "O mother, mother," cried he, "is not this the strange thing that I have found in the old barley-kist, a thing softer than mist to my touch!" And if she looked, and look she did, this strange thing, softer than mist, was it not her own skin! Quickly, deftly, the sealwoman, tired and hot, put it on, and taking the straight track to the shore, it was nought for her then but a dip down and a keek up, all evening long, in the beauteous coolness of the cool sea-water. "Wee laddie of my heart," said she, ere night came upon her, "when thou and thy father will be in want, thou wilt set thy net off this rock, and thy mother will throw into it the choice fish that will make a laddie grow, and a man pleased with himself."

And the sealwoman, with a dip down and a keek up, went on lilting her sea-joy in the cool sea-water."

-Kenneth MacLeod, The Road to the Isles, 1927.

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