Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh - Bo na Leathadhairce | Текст песни

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Bó, bó, bó na leath adhairce
Bó, bó, sí an tseana chaor adharcach
Bó, bó, bó na leath adhairce
Bó dhroimhionn dhearg ná feadar cá bhfaighead’ í

Thíos cois na toinne ‘sea beathaíodh mo chaora
Ag Diarmuid Ó Díoláin ó Bharra na hAoine
Mac dearthár athair dom a chuir le faill í
Easpa tobac a bhí ar an gcladhaire.

B’fhearr liom ná scilling go bheicfinn mo chaora
‘Teacht go dtí an doras ar maidin nó istóiche
Thálfadh sí báinne orm, bheathódh sí uan dom
Chuirfeadh sí ‘jacketeen’ deas ar mo ghualainn.

Chonacsa beirithe í, chonac a roinnt í
Chuireas-sa dúil intí ach blaúíre ní bhfaighinn di
ó nár dheas í, ó nár mheidhreach
ó nár dheas í an tseana chaor adharcach.

Dá mbéinnse i rachmas, i ngradam is in oidhreacht
Thabharfainnse giní ar chupla sladhas di
Ó nár dheas í, ó nár mheidhreach
Ó nár dheas í an tseana chaor adharcach.

Translation:

The One Horned Cow
The cow, the cow the one horned cow
The cow the cow the old horned sheep
The cow, the cow the one horned cow
The red speckled cow I know not where to find her

My sheep was reared down by the seaside
By Dermot O Dillain from Barra na heena
Twas a son of my father’s brother that put her over the cliff
For the blaggard was short of tobacco

I’d rather than a shilling to see my sheep
Coming to my door by morning or night
She would give me milk she would rear me a lamb
She would put a lovely wee jacket on my shoulder

I saw her cooked I saw her shared
I wanted a taste but not a morsel would I get
Oh she was nice Oh she was lively
Oh she was nice the old horned sheep

If I had inheritance and wealth and honour
I would give a guinea for a few slices
Oh she was nice! Oh she was lively!
Oh she was nice the old horned sheep

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