Lyrics of A Bhean Udai Thall - Altan

A Bhean Udai Thall (original)

Tá mo grábháil í, a shí ógó
Greamaithe don dheánaí, a h-óbó
'S mo ghrábháil gheal fán únán tráigh
'S mé 'gabháil i tsáile i mBaile Leóil
'S a bhean udaí thall, a shí ógó
Tá a' siúl na traigh seo a h-óbó
Nach truaigh leat bean ina húire ceoidh
'S í 'gabháil a báthadh i mBaile Leóil
Ó níl mo ghaol, a shíogó
Nó mo pháirt, a h-óbó
'S an uair nach bhfuil, san úire ceoidh
'S é bheirim cead snámh duit i mBaile Leóil
Tiocfaidh m’athair a shí ógó
Anuas fán tráigh a h-óbó
Is gheobhaidh sé mise 'mo bhradán bhog bháidhte
'Gabháil i tsáile i mBaile Leóil
Ní thiocfaidh d’athair a shíogó
Anuas fán tráigh a h-óbó
Ná tiocfaidh mé féin 'na banú an lae
A scaoileadh le céaslaidh i mBaile Leóil
Ó tá leanbán agam a shí ógó
I gcionn a chúig raithe a h-óbó
Is béidh leanbán eile 'na húire ceoidh
I gcionn a thrí raithe i mBaile Leóil
Ó tá leanbán agat, a shíogó
I gceann a chúig raithe, a h-óbó
'S béidh leanbán agam ó úire ceoidh
A bheas ina mháistir i mBaile Leóil
Tabhair mo bheannacht, a shí ógó
Annsoir mo mháthair, a h-óbó
'S é darna beannacht ó úire ceoidh
'S ar 'athair mo chlainne i mBaile Leóil
Nár thabharfá mo bheannacht, a shí ógó
Annsoir mo mháthair, h-óbó
A bhéarfaidh mo mhallacht ó úire ceoidh
'S ón athair mo clainne i mBaile Leóil
Ina méanair do’n mhnaoí óig, a shí ógó
A rachas 'm'áitse, a h-óbó
Béidh beithígh geala ó úire ceoidh
Is fuinneogaí gloinn' aici 'mBaile Leóil
Ó mise an bhean óg, a shíogó
A rachas 'd'aitse, a h-óbó
Béidh beithígh geala ó úire ceoidh
Is fuinneogaí gloinn' aici 'mBaile Leóil
TRANSLATION
This is my grave, a shí ógó
Trapped in the channel, oh no
My white grave beneath the foaming strand
As I’m drowning in Baile Leóil
Oh woman yonder, a shí ógó
Who is walking on the strand, oh no
Have you no pity for a woman in her watery grave
Who is drowning in Baile Leóil
You’re not my relation, a shíogó
Nor my friend, oh no
The time has come, hasn’t it, in the watery grave
That I took you to swim in Baile Leóil
My father shall come, a shí ógó
Down to the strand, oh no
And find my soft bloated body
Drowning in Baile Leóil
Your father shan’t come, a shíogó
Down to the strand, oh no
Nor shall I come myself 'til break of day
To free you in Baile Leóil
Oh I have a babe, a shí ógó
Who is fifteen months old, oh no
And another babe will be in his watery grave
Who is three months old in Baile Leóil
Oh you have a babe, a shíogó
Who is fifteen months old, oh no
And I will have a babe from this watery grave
Who will be the master in Baile Leóil
Take my blessing, a shí ógó
Back to my mother, oh no
And my second blessing from a watery grave
To the father of my children in Baile Leóil
You would not take my blessing, a shí ógó
Back to my mother, oh no
You shall take my curse from a watery grave
And from the father of my children in Baile Leóil
There’s fortune in store for the young woman, a shí ógó
Who will take my place, oh no
And will have pure white cattle from a watery grave
And windows of glass in Baile Leóil
I am the young woman, a shíogó
Who will take your place, oh no
And will have pure white cattle from a watery grave
And windows of glass in Baile Leóil

(translation)

She's my graving, she cried young
Stuck for the late, her oboe
My bright engraving is about the beach urn
I'm in the sea in Ballyleol
And his wife's clothes over there, she's young
Walking these beaches is her oboe
Do not pity a woman in her misty freshness
She was arrested for drowning in Ballyleol
Oh no my relative, fairy
Or my part, her oboe
And when it is not, in the misty freshness
I would allow you to swim in Ballyleol
My father will come to his youth
Down by the beach of her oboe
He will find me 'my drowned soft salmon
'Catching in seawater in Ballyleol
Your father will not become a zygote
Down by the beach of her oboe
I will not become the bride of the day
Released by paddle in Ballyleol
Oh I have a baby that shines young
After five quarters of her oboe
Another baby will be a misty freshman
After three quarters in Ballyleol
Oh you have a baby, fairy
In five quarters, her oboe
And I will have a baby from a misty freshness
Who will be a master in Ballyleol
Give my blessing, my dear youth
My mother's niece, her oboe
It is a second blessing from the freshness of mist
And on the father of my children in Ballyleol
Would you not give my blessing, my youth
My mother's anointed, her oboe
Which will bring my curse from the freshness of mist
And from the father of my children in Ballyleol
In the company of the young woman, she sighed young
A rachas' m'áitse, a h-óbó
White beasts will be from a misty freshness
It's 'the windows of Ballyleol'
Oh my young lady, my fairy
A rachas' d'aitse, a h-óbó
White beasts will be from a misty freshness
It's 'the windows of Ballyleol'
TRANSLATION
This is my grave, a shí ógó
Trapped in the channel, oh no
My white grave beneath the foaming strand
As I’m drowning in Baile Leóil
Oh woman yonder, young woman
Who is walking on the strand, oh no
Have you no pity for a woman in her watery grave
Who is drowning in Baile Leóil
You’re not my relation, shit
Nor my friend, oh no
The time has come, hasn’t it, in the watery grave
That I took you to swim in Baile Leóil
My father shall come, a shí ógó
Down to the strand, oh no
And find my soft bloated body
Drowning in Baile Leóil
Your father shan’t come, a síogó
Down to the strand, oh no
Nor shall I come myself 'til break of day
To free you in Baile Leóil
Oh I have a babe, she cried
Who is fifteen months old, oh no
And another babe will be in his watery grave
Who is three months old in Baile Leóil
Oh you have a babe, a síogó
Who is fifteen months old, oh no
And I will have a babe from this watery grave
Who will be the master in Baile Leóil
Take my blessing, my dear
Back to my mother, oh no
And my second blessing from a watery grave
To the father of my children in Baile Leóil
You would not take my blessing, a shí ógó
Back to my mother, oh no
You shall take my curse from a watery grave
And from the father of my children in Baile Leóil
There’s fortune in store for the young woman, a shí ógó
Who will take my place, oh no
And will have pure white cattle from a watery grave
And windows of glass in Baile Leóil
I am the young woman, a síogó
Who will take your place, oh no
And will have pure white cattle from a watery grave
And windows of glass in Baile Leóil