Karen Matheson — Laoidh Fhearchair Eoghainn song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Laoidh Fhearchair Eoghainn" by Karen Matheson.
Lyrics
S iomadh fear bòidheach,
‘S an Fhraing air a' chòmhnard,
Tha’n am parantan brònach
Agus leòinte air an sgàth,
Nach fhaic iad ri' m beò iad
Gun cruinneachar iad còmhla,
‘ bi Fearchar Beag Eòghainn
‘S an dròbh a-measg chàich.
Gur mòr a bha dhùil àm,
Ri’d fhaicinn ‘s an dùthaich,
Is gàire air do ghnùis,
On dh’fhairich thu cùisean-
Nach tig thu gam ionnsaigh
Bhon dh’fhàillig a' chùis ort,
Mo bheannachd a-null
Dhan an ùir is bheil thu cnàmh.
‘Se dh’fhàg mi cho cianail,
Bhi cuimhneachadh d’iomhaigh,
Do ghruaidhean bha brèagha,
Agus sgiamhach le càch,
Nach fhaic mi gu siorraidh
Air sàilleabh an dìocail,
Am mòr-fhear ‘gar h-iarraidh
Chuir ceudan gu bàs.
Ach sguiridh an Càisear,
Dha innleachdan gleusda
Tha balaich ‘na dhèidh,
Chuireas e ann an sàs.
Nuair shuidheas na treumhan,
‘S an cinn chuir ri chèile,
Bi litir ‘s a' phàipear,
‘Ga leughadh ma bhàs.
Ged dh' fhàg iad an dhiochuimhn',
Gun fhios dè bu chrìoch dhut,
Chan fhàgar le Dia thu,
Nuair dh’iarrar thu n'àird,
Gun èirich le iomhaigh,
Mar chunna' mi riamh thu,
Bidh do nàimhdean le fiamh,
A' toir fianais mu’d bhàs.
Na bithinn-sa dlùth dhut
Nuair thàrr iad ‘gad ionnsaigh
Le gunna nach dùbailt,
Is e ùr na mo làmh,
Bhiodh preasadh air fùdar,
Fo bheugaileid rùisgte,
Mas faicinn thu rùin,
Is do chùl ris an làr.
Lyrics translation
In one of the many cute,
In France, on the horizontal,
Tha'n the parantan brònach
And leòinte but because of,
Or you don't see them with' my live they
To cruinneachar them together,
‘ big Fearchar Small Eòghainn
In dròbh among languages.
Greatly was dhùil time,
Ri'seen in the country,
And laughter on your ghnùis,
From dh'he has issues-
Or you come every attack
From dh'failed to respect them,
My wife has retired
Of the in new and you are scenario.
A dh'left so I cianail,
From remember d'effigy,
For ghruaidh details were beautiful,
And sgiamhach by others,
Or you don't see I to sheriff of
Because in dìocail,
The big-men ‘all the requested
Put hundreds to death.
But quit all over in Càisear,
The strategy in adjust
The boys ‘later,
Put in in in place.
When set the treumhan,
‘In the race put together,
Big letter in the paper,
Being read if his death.
Each left them in dhiochuimhn',
To know what would end you,
It left be with God is,
When dh'west is n'height,
To ireland with a,
As saw' I ever the,
Will your enemies with wildlife,
The only evidence mu'of his death.
The any way, in melee you
When thàrr they a ‘gade attack
With a gun or dùbailt,
And in new my hands,
Would preasadh on fùdar,
Under bheugaileid rùisgte,
If you see the idea,
And your back to the floor.