written by Michael McGlynn
A chinn duibh dhílis dhílis dhílis cuir do lámh mhín gheal tharam anall
A bhéilín meala, 'bhfuil boladh na tíme air, is duine gan chroí nach dtabharfadh duit grá
Tá cailín' ar an mbaile seo'ar buile 's ar buaireamh ag tarraingt a ngruaige 'sá ligean le gaoith,
Ar mo shonsa, an scafaire is fearr ins na tuatha, ach do thréigfinn an méid sin ar rún dil mo chroí
Is cuir do cheann dílis dílis dílis cuir do cheann dílis tharam anall
A bhéilín meala, 'bhfuil boladh na tíme air, is duine gan chroí nach dtabharfadh duit grá
My sweet dark haired love put your pale, soft hand around me now
Mouth of honey, that has the smell of thyme, it is a man without heart that would not love you.
The girls of this town that are furious pulling their hair and letting it blow in the wind for me, the best man in the countryside,
but I would dump them all for my heart' s love.
Lay your sweet head, lay your sweet head on me.
Mouth of honey, that has the smell of thyme, it is a man without heart that would not love you.
http://www.anuna.ie/Partial/par_ceannssa.pdf
http://www.anuna.ie/Partial/par_ceanndubh_performance.pdf
I'm glad I came across this, thanks for posting, I loved it so much
janeos01 23 hours ago
Im happy who I am, but I still wish I was Irish. What a great Culture!
tigre15WI 1 month ago
@perley314 Lord Lucan behind the tree on the right.
Arsenogenics 2 months ago
Simon Morgan on the left front row.
perley314 3 months ago
extremely interesting
sameasone21 11 months ago