Cruachan - O Ro Se Do Bheata Bhaile | Текст песни

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• O Ro Se Do Bheata Bhaile

Pádraig Pearse version

'S é do bheatha, a bhean ba léannmhar
Dob’ é ár gcreach do bheith i ngébheann,
Do dhúthaigh bhreá i seilbh méirleach,
'S tú díolta leis na Gallaibh.

Chorus:
Óró,'s é do bheatha abhaile,
Óró,'s é do bheatha abhaile,
Óró,'s é do bheatha abhaile,
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh,

A bhuí le Dia na bhfeart go bhfeiceam,
Muna mbímid beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain,
Gráinne Mhaol is míle gaiscíoch
Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh.

Chorus

Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile,
Is Fianna Fáil 'na mbuidhin gharda,
Gaeil féin 's ní Francaigh ná Spáinnigh,
Is ruagairt ar na Gallaibh!

Chorus

'Se do bheatha, O woman that wast sorrowful,
What grieved us was thy being in chains,
Thy beautiful country in the possession of rogues,
And thou sold to the foreigners,

Chorus:
Oró, 'se do bheatha a bhaile,
Oró, 'se do bheatha a bhaile,
Oró, 'se do bheatha a bhaile,
Now at summer's coming!

Thanks to the God of miracles that we see,
Altho' we live not a week thereafter,
Gráinne Mhaol and a thousand heroes
Proclaiming the scattering of the foreigners!

Chorus

Gráinne Mhaol is coming from over the sea,
The Fenians of Fál as a guard about her,
Gaels they, and neither French nor Spaniard,
And a rout upon the foreigners!

Chorus

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