This gentle, Gaelic song is a pure delight to listen to. "Casadh An tSugain" is from their album, "The Best of The Bothys" and was recorded live. Enjoy!
The Bothy Band:
Donal Lunny - bouzouki, bodhran
Paddy Keenan - Uilleann piper, pipes
Matt Molloy - Flute and Whistle
Paddy Glackin - Fiddle
Kevin Burke - Fiddle
Tony MacMahon - Accordion
Mícheál Ó Domhnaill - Acoustic guitar
Tríona Ní Dhomhnaill - Clavinet and vocal
Lyrics to as sung by The Bothy Band. Translation from www.celticlyricscorner.net/bothyband/casadh.htm :
Gaelic: English:
Agus rinne mise cleas... I did a trick
Ag Tigh Mhic Ui Dhomhnaill aréir... In O Domhnall's house
last night
I an tarna cleas ag teach... And a second trick
An Ósta lena thaobh... At the holstelry next door
An triú cleas ní bfhearr domh... I'd prefer not to add
A chur le mo scéal ...The third trick to my story
Is gur mhinicí domh bheith ag caitheamh... And I often
spent
An dúthracht mhaith léi... A good __ with her
A Rí na bhfeart cad do chas... Oh God Almighty
Ins a' dúiche seo mé?... What drove me to this district?
'S gur mó cailín deas a gheobhainn... When it's many a
fine lass
Im' dhúthaigín beag féin... I'd find in my own townland
Gur casadh mé isteach mar a raibh searc... I called into
the house
Agus rún geal mo chléibh... Of my own true love
Is chuir an tseanbhean amach mé... And the old
woman put me twisting rope
Ag casadh an tsúgáinín féir... 'Til I was outside the door
Curfá: Chorus (after each verse):
Má bhíonn tú liom, bí liom... If you'll be mine, be mine
A stóirín mo chroí... Oh treasure of my heart
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom... If you'll be mine, be mine
Os comhair an tsaoil... Before the whole world
Ma bhíonn tú liom, bí liom... If you'll be mine, be mine
Gach orlach de do chroí... Every inch of your heart
Is é mo liom go fann nach liom... Alas that you're not
Dé Domhnaigh thú mar mhnaoí... My wife this Sunday
Tá mo cheannsa liath le bliain... My head is gray
Is ní le críonnacht é... And it's not from old age
Ní bheathaíonn na briathra... Fair words butter
Na bráithre pé sa domhan scéal é... No parsnips
anyway
Is táim i do dhiaidh le bliain... I'm after you now for a year
Is gan fáil agam ort féin... And it's useless
Is gur geall le fia mé ar sliabh... And I'm like a deer on
the moor
Go mbeadh gáir chon ina dhéidh... And the hounds
are yelping after me
Do threabfainn, d'fhuirsinn... I'd plow, I'd toil
Chuirfinn síol ins a' chré... I'd sow seed in the clay
'S do dhéanfainn obair shocair... And I'd do a steady job
Álainn, mhín, réidh... Beautiful, smooth and even each
Do chuirfinn crú fén... I'd shoe the maddest horse
Is mire shiúil riamh ar féar... Ever to walk on grass
Is ná héalaodh bean le fear... And the woman still
wouldn't elope
Ná déanfadh san féin... With a man who'd do that
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