Sliabh Geal gCua na Féile - MARY GREENE

MARY GREENE of Cork City sings my favourite version of this wonderful song from West Waterford. It was written by Pádraig Ó Miléadha (1877 1947), a poet of Ireland and of Wales: www.ballinagree.freeservers.com/mileadha.html

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Sliabh Geal gCua

Ó a Shliabh geal gCua na féile, is fada uait i gcéin mé,
Im shuí cois cuain im aonar go tréithlag faoi bhrón;
An tuile bhuí ar thaobh díom dir mé gus tír mo chléibhe,
Is a Shliabh geal gCua na féile nach géar é mo sceol?

Dá mbeinnse i measc mo ghaolta i Sceichín glas na séimhfhear,
Nuair a scaipeann teas na gréine ó spéir gheal gan smál;
Nó dá mbeinnse ansiúd fén réaltain nuair a thiteann drúcht ar fhéar ann,
Ó a Shliabh geal gCua nár dhéirc sin dá m fhéidir é fháil!

Sé mo léan nach bhfuair mé tógaint le léann is mórchuid eolais,
I nGaoluinn uasal cheolmhar ba sheolta mo bhéal;
Ó thabharfainn cuairt thar sáile is thabharfainn bua thar barr chugat,
Mar a Shliabh geal gCua ba bhreá liom thú ardú fé réim.

Mo ghrása thall na Déise, dir bhánta, ghleannta is shléibhte,
Ó shnámhas anall thar tréanmhuir táim tréithlag gan bhrí;
Ach ó b áil le Dia me ghlaoch as, mo shlánsa siar go hÉirinn,
Agus slán le Sliabh na Féile le saorghean óm chroí!
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O bright Sliabh gCua of the welcomes,
You are far from me, my home,
As I sit I am weak with sorrow,
Here by this sea alone;

The golden tide just by me
Is twixt me and my hearts land,
O bright Sliabh gCua of the welcomes,
My story is not so grand.

Were I among my own folk,
Kindly men in Skeheens green,
Where the heat of the sun is scattered
From a sky of flawless sheen;

Oh, were I now beneath the stars
As dew falls on grass there,
Oh, you bright Sliabh gCua,
Twould be an gift so rare!

Oh, I am sad that I wasnt reared
With learning and with art,
In the noble melodious Irish tongue
My mouth would have its part;

And I would go back across the sea,
And I would give you pride,
And I would love to see, Sliabh gCua,
Your fame go worldwide!

There is my love, the Decies,
Every meadow, hill and vale,
Since I came oer the mighty sea
I have grown weak and pale;

But since God Himself has called me here,
My greetings go back home,
Back to that hill of welcomes,
From my heart, with love alone!

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Translation into Welsh:

www.ballinagree.freeservers.com/mcua.html

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[49Eleonora]

This is such a beautifull song!! Impressed!

[PopHorizonScanner]

Beautiful! I'm a big fan of Mary Greene and Noel Shine!