Celtic Woman - Oro se do bheatha 'bhaile | Текст песни

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• Oro se do bheatha 'bhaile

Ирландский оригинал:
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile

Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile,
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile,
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.

Se do bheatha a bhean bha leanmhar!
B'e ar gcreach tu bheith i ngeibhinn,
Do dhuiche bhrea i seilbh meirleach
'S tu diolta leis na Ghallaibh.

Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile,
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile,
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.

Ta Grainne Mhaol ag teacht thar saile,
Oglaigh armtha lei mar gharda;
Gaeil iad fhéin 's ni Gaill na Spainnigh,
'S cuirfid siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh.

Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile,
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile,
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.

A bhui le Ri na bhfeart go bhfeiceam,
Muna mbeam beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain,
Grainne Mhaol agus mile gaiscioch
Ag fogairt faoin ar Ghallaibh.

Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile,
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile,
Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.
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Перевод на английский:
Horo, welcome home

Horo, welcome home,
Horo, welcome home,
Horo, welcome home,
Now that summer has come.
Welcome, woman who was afflicted,
Your being taken was our disaster,
Your fine country occupied by a thief
And you sold by the wogs

Horo, welcome home,
Horo, welcome home,
Horo, welcome home,
Now that summer has come.

Grainne Mhaol is coming across the sea
Lads in arms with her for defence;
They are Gaels and neither wogs nor Spaniards
And they will put the wogs to rout.

Horo, welcome home,
Horo, welcome home,
Horo, welcome home,
Now that summer has come.

May the Lord of fate grant me the luck to see
Were I to live afterwards only for a week
Grainne Mhaol and a thousand warriors
Laying the wogs low

Horo, welcome home,
Horo, welcome home,
Horo, welcome home,
Now that summer has come