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This is a traditional Irish song arranged by Lasairfhíona Ní Chonaola. It appears on her debut album An Raicín Álainn, released in 2002.
Bhí mise lá breá Fómhair 'S mé ag dul an ród seo siar Ó, casadh cailín óg orm 'S í ag bleán na bó cois claí Bhí sí chomh deas ar ndóigh leis An rós a bhí ina haghaidh "Sé mo léan gan mé is tú pósta Is tú an ainnir a bhreoigh mo chroí"
"Ó tá sé luath go leor againn A bhuachaillín óg," a deir sí "Go mbainfidh muid spraoi as an óige Is go gcuirfidh muid spóirt 'un cinn" "Ach téanam liomsa go hEochaill A' baint an fhómhair bhuí 'S tá mise óg go leor Leis an spóirt a chuir 'un cinn"
Chuaigh muid isteach i dteach an óil Agus ar ndóigh, shuigh muid síos Bhí fíon is branda ar bord againn Agus mise a bhí dhá roinnt Bhí chuile ní ar bord againn Ach is ormsa a bhí a íoc Mar gur bhuail sé siar an bóithrín uaim Is mo raca ina phóca thíos
"S nach brónach an bhean go lá mé A stóirín óg," deir sí "Ní dhéanfaidh mé spraoi na gáirí Go dtiocfaidh sé an ród seo arís Tá gruaig mo chinn le fána uaim 'S gan aon cheo agam a réiteodh í Ó cháill mé an raicín álainn A bhíodh go hard i gcúl mo chinn"
Tiocfaidh sé an ród seo amárach 'S cuir céad fáilte faoi Socraigh cathaoir chláir do Go hard i lár an tí Bain a hata dhá cheann 'S ná bíoch cás ná náire ort faoi Nó go bhfaighidh tú an raicín álainn A bhí go hard i gcúl mo chinn
One fine autumn day As I headed west along this road I came across a young maiden As she milked her cow beside the ditch She was so fair And her face was like a rose "I wish you would marry me For you have my heart beguiled"
"Oh it's soon enough for us to marry Young man," she said to me For first we should enjoy our youth And have good fun and spree" "Come with me to Youghal When the harvest is being saved And I am young and hearty For some fun I am prepared"
We went into the tavern Where we sat comfortably Wine and brandy were put on the table And I shared it out There was plenty on the table But I had to pay for everything For he left me there and headed west With my comb in this pocket
"I'm the sad woman until morning My young love," said she "I will not laugh or be merry Until he returns this way My hair is falling about me And there's nothing to style it Since I lost my beautiful comb That used to be placed high in my hair"
He'll come this roadway tomorrow And welcome him heartily Fix a wooden chair for him In the center of the house Take his hat off his head And don't feel embarrassed by it And there you'll find my lovely comb That used to be placed high in my hair
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