Adria is a town and comune in the province of Rovigo in the Veneto region of Northern Italy, situated between the mouths of the rivers Adige and Po.
The Etruscan city of Adria ("Hatria") is below the modern city, three to four metres below the current level. Adria ("Hatria") may have given its name during an early period to the Adriatic Sea, to which it was connected by channels. Adria and Spina were the Etruscan ports and depots for Felsina (now Bologna).
The first settlements built on the area are of Venetic origin, during the 12-9th century BC. At that time the main stream of the Po, the Adria channel, flowed into the sea by this area. The Villanovan culture, named for an archaeological site at the village of Villanova, near Bologna (Etruscan Felsina), flourished in this area from the 10th until as late as the 6th century BC. The foundations of classical Atria are dated from 530 to 520 BC.
The Etruscans built the port and settlement of Adria after the channel was not the main stream anymore. During the later period of the 6th century BC the port continued to flourish. The Etruscan-controlled area of the Po Valley was generally known as Padan Etruria (Padan meant 'Po River'; cf. Celtic *dānu 'river'), as opposed to their main concentration along the Tyrrhenian coast south of the Arno.
Ferran Adrià i Acosta (Catalan pronunciation: [fəˈran əðɾiˈa]) is a Catalan chef born on May 14, 1962 in L'Hospitalet de Llobregat. He was the head chef of the El Bulli restaurant in Roses on the Costa Brava, and is considered one of the best chefs in the world.
Ferran Adrià began his culinary career in 1980 during his stint as a dishwasher at the Hotel Playafels, in the town of Castelldefels. The chef de cuisine at this hotel taught him traditional Spanish cuisine. At 19 he was drafted into military service where he worked as a cook. In 1984, at the age of 22, Adrià joined the kitchen staff of El Bulli as a line cook. Eighteen months later he became the head chef.
In 1994, Ferran Adria and Juli Soler (his partner) sold 20% of their business to Miquel Horta (a Catalan millionaire and philanthropist and son of the founder of Nenuco) for 120 million Pesetas. This event became a turning point for el Bulli: the money was used to finance to expansion of the kitchen and the relationship with Horta opened the door to new clients, businessmen, and politicians who helped spread the word about the creative experimentation happening at the time in Cala Montjoi.
When I've done my work of day
And I row my boat away
Doon the waters o' Loch Tay
As the evening light is fading
And I look up on Ben Law'rs
Where the afterglory glows
And I think on two bright eyes
And the melting mouth below
She's my beauteous nighean ruadh
She's my joy, my sorrow too
And although she is untrue
Well I cannot live without her
For my heart's a boat in tow
And I'd give the world to know
Why she means to let me go
As I sing horee, horo
Nighean Ruadh, your lovely hair
Has more glamour I declare
Than all the tresses rare
'Tween Killin and Aberfeldy
Be they lint white, brown or gold
Be they blacker than the sloe
They are worth no more to me
Than the melting flake o' snow
Her eyes are like the gleam
O' the sunlight on the stream
And the song the fairies sing
Seems like songs she sings at milking
But my heart is full of woe
For last night she bade me go
And the tears begin to flow
An earthly nurse sits and sings
And aye she sings of lily-wean
Saying "Little ken I my bairn's father
Far less the land that he comes from"
So he came one night to her bed feet
And a grumbly guest I'm sure was he
Saying "Here am I thy bairn's father
Although I be not comely"
And he had taken a purse of gold
And he had placed it on her knee
Saying "Give to me my little young son
And take thee up thy nurse's fee
For I am a man upon the land
And I am a Silkie on the sea
And when I'm far and far from land
My home it is in Sule Skerry
For it shall come to pass on a summer's day
When the sun shines bright on every stone
I'll come and fetch my little young son
And teach him how to swim the foam
And ye shall marry a gunner good
And a right fine gunner I'm sure he'll be
And the very first shot that ever he shoots
Will kill both my young son and me
For I am a man upon the land
And I am a Silkie on the sea
And when I'm far and far from land
My young love said to me
My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind
And she laid her hand on me
And this she did say
"Oh, it will not be long now
'Til our wedding day"
And she went away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
And then she went onward
Just one star awake
Like a swan in the evening
Moves over the lake
Last night she came to me
My dead love came in
So softly she came
Her feet made no din
And she laid her hand on me
And this she did say
"Oh, it will not be long now
Oh I am come to the low country
Ochon ochon ochrie
Without a penny in my purse
To buy a meal to me
It wasna sae in the hieland hills
Ochon ochon ochrie
Nae woman in the country wide
Sae happy was as me
For then I had a score of kye
Ochon ochon ochrie
Feeding on yon hill sae high
And giving milk tae me
And then I had three score of yowes
Ochon ochon ochrie
Skipping on yon grassy knowles
And casting woo' tae me
I was the happiest of all the clan
Sair, sair may I repine
For Donald was the brawest man
And Donald he was mine
Til Charlie Stewart cam' at last
For to set us free
My Donald's arm was wanted then
For Scotland and for me
Their waefu' fate what need I tell
Right to the wrang did yield
My Donald and his country fell
Upon Culloden field
Ochon Oh Donald Oh
Ochon ochon ochrie
Nae woman in the world sae wide
Chorus:
Vair me o, ro van o
Vair me o, ro van ee
Vair me o, o ru o ho
Sad am I without thee
When I'm lonely, dear white heart
Black the night and wild the sea
By love's light my foot finds
The old pathway to thee.
Chorus
Thou'rt the music of my heart
Harp of joy, o cruit mo chridh
Moon of guidance by night
Strength and light thou'rt to me