Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bheadh Buachaillin Deas Ag Sile , by - Solas. Song from the album The Hour Before Dawn, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 21.05.2006
Record label: Shanachie
Song language: Irish
Bheadh Buachaillin Deas Ag Sile(original) |
| Bheadh buachaillín deas ag Síle |
| Dá bpósadh sí mé mar fhear |
| Mharóinn an breac ar an taoide |
| Is coinín ar an ndumhaigh chomh maith |
| Ní iarfainn leí capall ná caoire |
| Airgead buí ná geal |
| Mar go mb’fhearr liomsa agam mar mhnaoí í |
| Ná aon inion rí dar mhair |
| Tá máithair gan taise ag Síle |
| Is ní bhraitheann sí a croí rómhaith |
| Tá sparán mór fada aici líonta |
| Ag lorg talamh gan cíos le fear |
| Chuma léi ard é nó íseal |
| Ba chuma léi búi nó geal |
| O ba chuma léi cam é nó díreach |
| Ach bheith aige caoire is ba |
| Ní mar sin mar mheasann mo Shíle |
| B’fhearr léi mise na míle fear |
| Mar is meidhreach sea sheinnfinn ar phíob di |
| 'S is greannta do rincfinn dreas |
| Chuirfinnse i dtalamh na síolta |
| Is bhainfinn arís thar n-ais |
| 'S nuair a thiocfainnse abhaile ní bhruíonfainn |
| Ach ag reacaireacht grinn lem' shearc |
| Tá mo mhargadh socair le Síle |
| Is ní bhrisfeadh Éire ar fad |
| Gan spleáchas dá máthair ná muintir |
| Rachaidh sí chun cinn gan stad |
| Pósfainn sa chathair an mhí seo |
| 'S an sagart á dhíol go maith |
| Is ní dóichí go bhfanam sa tír seo |
| Ach ag reachtaireacht síos amach |
| (translation) |
| Síle would have a nice boy |
| If she married me as a man |
| The trout would kill on the tide |
| It's a rabbit on the dune as well |
| I would not ask her for a horse or a sheep |
| Yellow or bright silver |
| Because I prefer her as a wife |
| No surviving daughter of a king |
| Síle has a mother without moisture |
| She does not feel her heart too well |
| She has a big long purse stuffed |
| Looking for rent free land with a man |
| She seemed high or low |
| She seemed yellow or bright |
| O she seemed crooked or straight |
| But having sheep and cows |
| Not so my Síle thinks |
| She would rather have me than a thousand men |
| As merry yes I would play a pipe for her |
| And it's a fun dance |
| I planted in the ground the seeds |
| I would get back over |
| And when I came home I would not push |
| But jokingly joking with my love |
| My market is calm with Síle |
| And not the whole of Ireland would break |
| Regardless of her mother or family |
| She will progress relentlessly |
| I would get married in the city this month |
| The priest is selling well |
| I am unlikely to stay in this country |
| But legislating down out |