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A Bhuinneރ¡n BhuÞÆ’ is ÞÆ’© mo chrރ¡ do luÞÆ’
Is do chnރ¡mha sÞÆ’nte ar leaca lom'
Is nach dtearn tރº dÞÆ’th no dolaidh sa tÞÆ’r
Is narbh fhearr leat fÞÆ’on nރ³ uisce poill.
Dރ¡ gcuirfeރ¡ scÞÆ’©ala fރ¡ mo dhÞÆ’©in
Go raibh tރº i ngÞÆ’©ibhinn nރ³ i ndeacair iot'
ÞÆ’ bhainfinnse bÞÆ’©im ar Loch Mhic an ÞÆ’ in
A fhliuchfadh do bhÞÆ’©al is do bhrollach sÞÆ’os.
NÞÆ’ hiad bhur n-ÞÆ’©anlaith atރ¡ mÞÆ’© ag ÞÆ’©agaoin
An chuach, an traona nރ¡ an chorr-bhreac
Ach an Buinneރ¡n BuÞÆ’, a bhÞÆ’ lރ¡n de chroÞÆ’
Is gur cosރºil liom fÞÆ’©in ÞÆ’© i snua is i ndreach.
BhÞÆ’odh sÞÆ’© ag sÞÆ’orރ³l na dÞÆ’
Is deir daoine go mbÞÆ’m ar an nރ³s sin seal
Is nÞÆ’l braon dރ¡ bhfuighinn nach ligfinn sÞÆ’os
Ar fhaitÞÆ’os go bhfuighinn fÞÆ’©in bރ¡s den tart!
Is ÞÆ’© 'd'iarr mo stރ³r orm ligint den ރ³l
Nރ³ nach mbeinnse beo ach seal beag gearr:
Is ÞÆ’© dރºirt mÞÆ’© lÞÆ’©i gur chan sÞÆ’ an bhrÞÆ’©ag
Nރ³ go mb'fhaide do mo shaol an braon seo a fhރ¡il.
Nach bhfeiceann tރº ÞÆ’©an an phÞÆ’obރ¡in rÞÆ’©idh
Go dteachaidh sÞÆ’ in ÞÆ’©ag den tart ar ball?
Is a dhaoine clÞÆ’©ibh, fliuchaigÞÆ’ bhur mbÞÆ’©al
Nރ³ nÞÆ’ bhfuighidh sibh braon i ndiaidh bhur mbރ¡is!
Oh Yellow Bittern, alas to see you stretched
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/clannad/lyrics/bunan-bui] [ Bunan Bui lyrics found on http://lyrics.my ]
And your bones there lying on bare flagstones
You did no harm at all in the country
And would just as prefer ditch water to wine
Had you only sent me a message
That you were in a quandry, in need of a drink
I would have broken the ice on the lake
To wet your beak and all the way down to your breast.
I'm not lamenting your ordinary birds
The cuckoo, the corncrake or the dappled heron
But the yellow bittern of the great heart
Who was just like me in many ways
He was always fond of the sup
And people say I'm fond of a drop myself
Whatever drink comes my way, it's down it goes
For fear that I might one day die of thirst!
And my darling asked me to give up the booze
Or I'd only be alive a short while more,
I told her straight out she was telling a lie
And that the drink extended my life's span.
Don't you see that bird with the smooth neck
That only a while ago perished with the thirst?
Ah, my pleasant people, wet your whistles
Because after death ye won't get a drop!
Is do chnރ¡mha sÞÆ’nte ar leaca lom'
Is nach dtearn tރº dÞÆ’th no dolaidh sa tÞÆ’r
Is narbh fhearr leat fÞÆ’on nރ³ uisce poill.
Dރ¡ gcuirfeރ¡ scÞÆ’©ala fރ¡ mo dhÞÆ’©in
Go raibh tރº i ngÞÆ’©ibhinn nރ³ i ndeacair iot'
ÞÆ’ bhainfinnse bÞÆ’©im ar Loch Mhic an ÞÆ’ in
A fhliuchfadh do bhÞÆ’©al is do bhrollach sÞÆ’os.
NÞÆ’ hiad bhur n-ÞÆ’©anlaith atރ¡ mÞÆ’© ag ÞÆ’©agaoin
An chuach, an traona nރ¡ an chorr-bhreac
Ach an Buinneރ¡n BuÞÆ’, a bhÞÆ’ lރ¡n de chroÞÆ’
Is gur cosރºil liom fÞÆ’©in ÞÆ’© i snua is i ndreach.
BhÞÆ’odh sÞÆ’© ag sÞÆ’orރ³l na dÞÆ’
Is deir daoine go mbÞÆ’m ar an nރ³s sin seal
Is nÞÆ’l braon dރ¡ bhfuighinn nach ligfinn sÞÆ’os
Ar fhaitÞÆ’os go bhfuighinn fÞÆ’©in bރ¡s den tart!
Is ÞÆ’© 'd'iarr mo stރ³r orm ligint den ރ³l
Nރ³ nach mbeinnse beo ach seal beag gearr:
Is ÞÆ’© dރºirt mÞÆ’© lÞÆ’©i gur chan sÞÆ’ an bhrÞÆ’©ag
Nރ³ go mb'fhaide do mo shaol an braon seo a fhރ¡il.
Nach bhfeiceann tރº ÞÆ’©an an phÞÆ’obރ¡in rÞÆ’©idh
Go dteachaidh sÞÆ’ in ÞÆ’©ag den tart ar ball?
Is a dhaoine clÞÆ’©ibh, fliuchaigÞÆ’ bhur mbÞÆ’©al
Nރ³ nÞÆ’ bhfuighidh sibh braon i ndiaidh bhur mbރ¡is!
Oh Yellow Bittern, alas to see you stretched
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/clannad/lyrics/bunan-bui] [ Bunan Bui lyrics found on http://lyrics.my ]
And your bones there lying on bare flagstones
You did no harm at all in the country
And would just as prefer ditch water to wine
Had you only sent me a message
That you were in a quandry, in need of a drink
I would have broken the ice on the lake
To wet your beak and all the way down to your breast.
I'm not lamenting your ordinary birds
The cuckoo, the corncrake or the dappled heron
But the yellow bittern of the great heart
Who was just like me in many ways
He was always fond of the sup
And people say I'm fond of a drop myself
Whatever drink comes my way, it's down it goes
For fear that I might one day die of thirst!
And my darling asked me to give up the booze
Or I'd only be alive a short while more,
I told her straight out she was telling a lie
And that the drink extended my life's span.
Don't you see that bird with the smooth neck
That only a while ago perished with the thirst?
Ah, my pleasant people, wet your whistles
Because after death ye won't get a drop!