Horo Gheallaidh,Sreath 1,Tran Theatre,Celtic Connections,Joanna NicMheinn,BBC Alba, 2007,Gàidhlig

** Click "show more" just under the About tab **** Calum Alex MacMillan, Calum Ailig Mac Mhaolain, Dàimh, - Mo Nigheann Chruinn Donn, Uncle Earl -- The Last Goodbye, Julie Fowlis -- Bodaich Hoghaigearraidh, Tejedor -- Xota ta Punta, McDade family -- the Bounty Hunter Christ Stout & Catriona MacKay (Fiddlers Bid) -- Da Smugglers Annbjorg Lien, Christine Hanson, Catriona MacDonald - Karl Fant's Waltz, Come Awa'in James Graham -- A' Chailin Mhaiseach Dhonn, Roddy Woomble (Idlewild) -- My Secret is my Silence Iarla Ó Lionáird -- Lament at Calvary / Caoineadh na dTrí Mhuire Kathleen NicAonghais, MacInnes -- Oganaich an Dr-fhuilt Bhuidhe Stairwell Sisters -- Hangman Tree Lau -- Gallow Hill Gerry O'Connor, Bela Fleck -- Banish misfortune, The maid behind the bar Aithris -- Joanna NicMheinn Tejedor -- "Xota ta Punta" This is in part a family band from Asturias in Spain, joined at the time by Ana Leira on vocals and percussion http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tejedor Watch for the Asturian pipes - similar to but different from those of Galician neighbours. Ana Leira in a more lively song... (same dress! ) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjpDfqxgZe0&list;=PL77FC5982EEE1B488&index;=4 playlist http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL77FC5982EEE1B488 Iarla Ó Lionáird - Leagan eile http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mY7edA... Crying Hymn of the three keening Marys .. In the poem below, it is Mary the mother of Jesus who is speaking. There are three octaines and one quatraine to this song .Throughout Ireland these sacred songs were felt to function both as prayers and as direct substitutes for the caoineadh ('keening', women's funeral lament) which tended to be suppressed by the Catholic church at times. 1. A Pheadair, a Aspail, a bhfaca tú mo Ghrá geal? Ochón agus ochón ó! Do chonaic mé ar ball é i lár a namhad Ochón agus ochón ó! Gabhaigí 'leith, a dhá Mhuire, go gcaoine sibh mo Ghrá liom Ochón agus ochón ó! Céard tá le caoineadh 'gainn muna gcaoinimid a chnámha Ochón agus ochón ó! 2. Cé hé an fear breá sin ar Chrann na Páise? Ochón agus ochón ó! An é nach n-aithnír do Mhac, a Mháthair? Ochón agus ochón ó! An é sin an Maicín a d'iompair mé trí ráithe? Ochón agus ochón ó! Nó 'n é sin an Maicín a rugadh sa stábla? Ochón agus ochón ó! 3. Nó an é sin an Maicín a hoileadh in ucht Mháire? Ochón agus ochón ó! Éist a Mháthair is ná bí cráite Ochón agus ochón ó! 'S an é sin an casúr a bhuail Tríot na tairní Ochón agus ochón ó! Nó 'n í sin an tsleá a chuaigh trí Do lár geal Ochón agus ochón ó! 4. * A Leinbh, is mor e tualach is leig cuid de ar do Mhathair. Ochone is ochone o!" "Iompruiodh gach einne a chrosa, a Mhaithrin." "Ochone is ochone o!" 1. O Peter, apostle, have you seen my love so bright? "Alas and woe to me" I saw him in the midst of his enemies tonight. "Alas and woe to me" Come to me you two Marys (Mary Magdalene & Mary of Cleophas,) and mourne with me. Alas and woe to me! What have we to mourne without his bones? Alas and woe to me! 2. Who is that fine man upon the passion tree? Alas and woe to me! It is your son, O Mother, don't you recognize me? Alas and woe to me! Is that the wee babe I borne nine months in my womb? Alas and woe to me! That was born in a stable when no one would give us room? Alas and woe to me! 3. Is that the wee Son that was nourished at Mary's breast? Alas and woe to me! Listen, mother, and do not be sorrowful. Alas and woe to me! And is that the hammer that drove the nails through You? Alas and woe to me! Or is that the spear that pierced Your pure heart through? Alas and woe to me! 4. * My Son, big is your burden, let your mother help you carry it. Alas and woe to me! Little mother, we each must carry our own cross. Alas and woe to me! An é sin an maicín a d'iompair mé trí ráithe? (Ochón agus ochón ó!) Nó 'n é sin an maicín a rugadh ins an stábla? (Ochón agus ochón ó!) Nó an é sin an maicín a hoileadh in ucht Mháire? A mhaicín mhuirneach, tá do rós-bhéilín gearrtha. Chrochadar suas í ar ghuaillí arda 'Gus chuireadar anuas í faoi leacrachaí na sráide Buailigí mé féin ach ná bainidh le mo mháithrín Maróidh muid thú féin agus buailfidh muid do mháithrín. Cuireadh culaith róin air le spídiúlacht a namhaid 'Gus cuireadh an tsleá thrína bhrollach álainn. Cuireadh go Calvary é ag méadú ar a pháise Bhí sé ag iompar na croise 'gus Síomón lena shála Éist, a Mháthair 'gus ná bí cráite Tá mná mo chaointe le breith fós, a mháithrín. Here's the English version... seo leagan Béarla de: Is that the dear son I carried for three seasons? Or is that the dear son who was born in the stable? .. E 10 b00xhd76 An nasc seo : http://youtu.be/Nz2U_srlyKo