Dervish — An Spailpin Fanach song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "An Spailpin Fanach" by Dervish.
Lyrics
Is spailpin aerach treitheach mise agus bigi ag solathar mna dhom
Mar scaipfinn an siol faoi dho san Earrach in eadan
taltai bana (x 2)
Mo lamha ar an gceachta i ndiaidh na gcapall 's go reabfainnse cnoic le fana.
An chead la i nEirinn ar liostail mise, o bhi me sugach
sasta
'S an darna la dar liostail mise, o bhi me buartha
craite;
Ach an triu la dar liostail mise, thabharfainn cuig
cead punt ar fhagail,
Ach go dtugainn sin agus an oiread eile, ni raibh mo phas le fail a’m.
Mo chuig cead slan leat, a dhuthaigh m’athar, is go deo
deo don eilean gramhar,
Is don scata fear og ata 'mo dhiaidh ag baile, nach
gclisfeadh orm in am a ghathair!
Ta Baile Atha Cliath doite, is togfar Gaillimh, beidh
lasair againn ar thinte chamha,
Beidh fion agus beoir ar bord ag m’athair -- sin
cabhair ag an Spailpin Fanach!
Agus b’fhaide liomsa lla bheinn i dteach gan charaid na bliain mhor fhada is raithe,
Mar is buachaillin aerach me, sugach meanmach a bhreagfadh bruinneal mhanla.
Agus dha bhean deag a bhi ag ead 's ag iomai liom, a suil le tairfe mo laidhe --
S’e paidir na cailli nuair a theinn thar a tairseach,
«now behave yourself, a Spailpin Fanach!»
Lyrics translation
The spailpin gay holy topped charts worldwide, yours and bigi by the provision of mna me
As a scatter the siol about dho in the Spring in eadan
taltai bana (2 x)
My little on the gceachta in the wake of the horse 's that reabfainnse hills with fana.
The first la in nEirinn on liostail yours, o played me and
pleased
'S the second la according liostail yours, o played me worried
shaker;
But the third la according liostail yours, thabharfainn five
permission to pound on fhagail,
But that dtugainn that and much else, they had my passport with fail to’m.
My to permission slan you, dhuthaigh my father's, is forever
forever to the isle of gramhar,
The raft man og ata 'me at home, not
failure me time to ghathair!
Ta Dublin doite, is togfar Galway, will
flame we on fires chamha,
There will be wine and beer on board my father -- that
help at the Spailpin Fanach!
And b’longer me all I would be in a house without tis the year of his long trimesters,
As is buachaillin gay me, and meanmach to bhreagfadh bruinneal mhanla.
And dha woman performed played at ead 's downfall I, a population tairfe my laidhe --
S’e prayer of cailli when theinn over to portal,
"now behave yourself, to Spailpin Fanach!»