Cumha Mhic Criomain
Donald Ban MacCrimmon (Dòmnhull Bàn MacCruimein)| Original | La versione scozzese di Jeannie Robertson (1955) nell'interpretazione... |
| CUMHA MHIC CRIOMAIN Dh' aidh ceò nan stùc mu aodann Chuilinn, Is sheinn a' bhean-shìth a torman mulaid, Gorm shùilean ciùin san Dùn a' sileadh, Bo'n thriall thu bhuainn 's nach till thu tuille. Cha till, cha till, cha till Mac-Cruimein An cogadh no sìth cha till e tuille; Le airgiod no ni cha till Mac-Cruimein, Cha till e gu bràth gu là na cruinne. Tha osag nam beann gu fann ag imeachd, Gach sruthan ’s gach allt gu mall le bruthaich; Tha ealtainn nan speur feadh ghèugan dubhach, A’ caoidh gu ’n d’ fhalbh ’s nach till thu tuille. Cha till, cha till, cha till Mac-Cruimein An cogadh no sìth cha till e tuille; Le airgiod no ni cha till Mac-Cruimein, Cha till e gu bràth gu là na cruinne. Tha'n fhairge fa-dhèoigh làn bròin is mulaid Tha'm bàta fo sheòl, ach dhiùlt i siubhal Tha gàirich nan tonn le fuaim neo-shubhach Ag ràbh gun d'fhalbh 'snach till thu tuille. Cha till, cha till, cha till Mac-Cruimein An cogadh no sìth cha till e tuille; Le airgiod no ni cha till Mac-Cruimein, Cha till e gu bràth gu là na cruinne. Cha chluinnear do cheòl san Dùn mu fheasgar 'Smac-talla nam mùr le muirn ga fhreagairt Gach fleasgach us òigh, gun cheòl gun bheadrach O'n thriall thu bhuainn, 's nach till thu tuille. Cha till, cha till, cha till Mac-Cruimein An cogadh no sìth cha till e tuille; Le airgiod no ni cha till Mac-Cruimein, Cha till e gu bràth gu là na cruinne. | MACCRIMMON'S LAMENT Doun Coullin's peaks the night is sailin The banshee crouns her note o wailin Bit my blue een wi sorrow are streamin For him that will never return - MacCrimmon No more, no more, no more forever In war nor in peace shall return MacCrimmon Till daws the great day o dule an burnin MacCrimmon is home no more returnin The breeze on the braes is mournfully moanin The brook in the hallow is plaintively mournin Bit my blue een wi sorrow are streamin For him that will never return - MacCrimmon No more, no more, no more forever In war nor in peace shall return MacCrimmon Till daws the great day o dule an burnin MacCrimmon is home no more returnin |
