Click "About" for more. Subtitles le fáil -- click "captions on". An Staicín Eorna. Ó "Geantraí" ar TG4, 2010 Maidhc Dainín Ó Sé, http://ga.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maidhc_Dain%C3%ADn_%C3%93_S%C3%A9 , Scríbhneoir Gaeilge agus ceoltóir Gaelach den scoth ó Chiarraí ab ea Maidhc Dainín Ó Sé... Faraor fuair sé bás go tobann i mí na Lúnasa i 2013 i gCilchuain i gCo. Chiarraí." Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh, http://www.muireann.ie/ Love Will You Marry Me ? (Cornphíopaí). A well-known tune and "two-hand" dance http://thesession.org/tunes/2224 Also known as the Stack Of Barley hornpipe, The Barn Dance, Devil In The Garden, Evening Was Waning, Little Mary Cassidy, Little Stack Of Barley, The Little Stack Of Barley, Stack Of Barley, http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=141384 Liricí (botúin ? .. Scríobh chugamsa TG coa 1 gmail com):: 1. Tráthnóna beag déanach cois abhann go nglaonn siad Malabog,|On a pleasant summer morning, by a river they call Malabog Is mé ag smaoineamh cá bhfaighinn ainnir dheas ansiúd ar mo thoil,|When I was looking for a pretty girl to fall in with my mood 'Sea do casadh cailín óg orm is í go brónach atuirseach,| Yes I met a young maiden, sorrowful and sad Bhí scáil na rós ina Ieacaibh lainn (leiceann), is í ag síorghol.|The rose's blush was on her cheek, and she was weeping D'fhiosraíos den spéirbhean cad é fáth a caithise,|I asked the little damsel the cause of her grief Do fhreagair sí go séimh mé is a bréithre (briathra) úd do chealg mé:| Modestly she answered, in words that stung me 'Staicín eornan atá i mbaol 'leachta,| "Oh, my little stack of barley will likely get wet, Is an dá dheamhan duine a gheobhainn a bhuailfeadh é ar mo thoil.'| And I can find no one to thresh it as I would wish." 2. 'Cad a thabharfá féin as an gcéad nó as an bhfichid| "What will you give by the hundred or by the score [sheavesl] Don té a bhuailfeadh é go cluthair deas ansiúd ar do thoil?'| To have it threshed well as you'd wish?" 'Thabharfainn coróin is ló dhó, a dhóthain mór le n-ithe,| I will give you a silver crown a day, and plenty to eat, Is leaba mhaith chiúin codlata 'gus ní hé an sop,| A good bed to lie on-not a handful of straw, Céile mhaith thí agat más mian leat mise agat,| A good sleeping partner, if you would like me, Ól agus imirt, a rúin, gan locht,| Music and sport, my dear, that you cannot complain of, Crúscaí beoir le n-ól mar dhí agat,| And jugs of beer for you to drink- Is dá mb'fhiú a thuilleadh thú ní bheinnse docht.'| And if you were worth more I would not be stingy to you." 3. Do chuas-sa lá ann is do' bharrmhaith an t-imeacht dom,| "For 20 years I've been obliging the young women, Mar do bhí agam an iomarca de rum is de dheoch,| Without caring for some of them, or recking of their fate; Do bhí mairtfheoil ard agus arán do bhí fuinte i gceart| But now since I am unattached, I will not leave [you,] my dear. Ó lámh na bruinnille do bhí gan locht.| For any priest or parson who would hinder me. Ar maidin lá arna mháireach ba mhíshásta ná san a bhíos,| If I were to meet a young girl with stacks in her haggard Mo shúiste a bhí briste 'gus m'iallach a bhí bog,| I would thresh a while for nothing, to succour her distress; Is dá dtabharfainnse chúig phunt di ní bhrúfadh sí ribe dhom,| And if that did not please her, I would work longer still, Mo chumha mór nár rinneas, is nár bhaineas é mo chor.| Threshing in her haggard to her heart's delight." 4. Mo mhallachtsa do bhéarfainnse don spéirbhean mhilis bhladartha,| "Oh, welcome, my dear, my love, my darling, Go mbeadh an fómhar ag leathadh uirthi ceal fir i ngort,| Long have I been waiting for you, while the barley was spoilt Is dá dtiocfadh mo rún chugamsa ar chuntaisí ná scarfainnse,| By dull-witted threshers with broken flails, Go brách brách go leanfainn í ó Chalainn go dtí an port.| Who do not arrive at the hour of need to strive for my field. (Is) ní déarfainn so ná súd leat, a rúin, i dtigh an tábhairne,| Come home with me, and for a fortune I would not fall out with you. (Is) ní déarfainn cuma liom leat dá ndiúgfá an bairille,| Apply your limbs actively to the conquest of my sheaves; Do raghainn ar leaba chlúimh leat le haontoil na hEaglaise,| And see if I don't look after you well, and drink long and short drinks with you! 'S is mór mór nárbh fhearra é ná dradaireacht cois tor. |So that my grain may be sifted clean, ready to sell." An nasc seo; http://youtu.be/Ck69sfyugXI 273630805 TG4.ie 2010

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