Before you edit: All changes are checked by a moderator before being published to the site and could take a few days.
Is nach ríbhocht an scéal nach mbeidh bád seoil ar bith fágtha ar ball,Tá na saortha ar iarraidh is gan fear ann a bhéarfas ar thál, As na trí chéad báid mhóra a bhí ann tamall níl againn le fáil, Ach timpeall leathscór is a leath sin nach gcorróidh go brách.
Is nach mb’aoibhinn an radharc ’bhíodh le feiceáil gach aon mhaidin bhreá, Báid Ros Muc ag dul síos Daingean in éineacht le tús taoille trá, Iad ag coimhlint le chéile ag féachaint cé acu ab fhearr, Is a thúisce a chaithfeadh téad ar cheann céibhe i nGaillimh nó thoir i gCondae an Chláir.
Is céad slán leis na saortha, a Thiarna, nach rímhór a gcáil, ’Bhíodh in ann iad a dhéanamh idir cíle, posta agus ball, Beidh an liosta rófhada is ní luafad ach an chuid acu ab fhearr: Clann Dhomhnaill, na Flaitheartaigh is na Cathasaigh thiar ins an Aird.
Is céad slán leis na bádóirí, b’in iad fhéin togha na bhfear, Ag oibriú na mbád seo is a choinnigh gach ní ina cheart, ’Bhíodh in ann a ghabháil i gcrann amuigh ar an teiscinn mhór, Is nuair a bhíodh sé ina thornáil, nár bhreá mar a lomaidís scóid.
Is mo ghrá-sa an saor a rinne mo bhádsa go deas, A ghearr maidí urláir, cromán, ábhar crann agus seas, A tharráil na siúntaí, is nach scaoilfeadh le grian ná le teas, Is a chorcáil na síomaí is nach scaoilfidh go deo braon isteach.
Is nuair a thiocfadh an lá geallta sa gcaladh seo thíos bhíodh an gleo, Bhíodh na báid is iad bealáilte ar ancaire amuigh ar an ród, Nuair a chaití an t-urchar, bhíodh sodar ag sean agus óg, Ag rith ar na cnocáin go haerach go bhfeicfidís spórt.
Is nuair a críochnaíodh na geallta sea lastaí na tinte cnámh’, Bhíodh amhráin is ceol ann arís go mbíodh sé ina lá, Scéalta Fiannaíochta á n-inseacht is a phionta ag gach fear ina láimh, Ach ball séire ar na lorries a d’fhág Conamara gan bád.
That ríbhocht the story will not sailboat nothing left later, are exempt missing is not a man attempts to suckling, Of the three first boats large it was a while there we found, But around leathscór as half gcorróidh not forever.
Mb'aoibhinn the scene is not 'was seen every morning fine, Boats Rosmuc going down Dingle alongside start tide beach, Those competing together look which would be best, as once would have one string or east pier in Galway in County Clare.
The first secure the liberated, Lord, not a severe that capacity, 'used to be able to make between keel, married and later, The list is too long, not luafad but the part did better: Family O'Donnell, the Flaitheartaigh is the Casey behind in the attention.
The first farewell to the sailors, that was the best of men are self, Working these boats are kept not right, 'was once able to catch in a tree outside the large teiscinn, as when formerly a thornáil, not as lomaidís scóid fine.
Is my love-in the free made ??my bhádsa to right, A short sticks floor, hip, topic tree and stand, A tharráil the joints, not unlock the sun or heat, is a chorcáil the síomaí not release forever drop in.
Is, when the day promised in the harbor below was the din, used boats are bealáilte anchored out on the road, when worn by the bullet, was trotting by old and young, Running on the hills that lightheartedly to encounter and sport.
Is completed when the promised sea cargoes of bonfires', was once again is music songs that he used in his day, storytelling being as pint telling each man his hand, But Supper members of the lorries left Connemara without boat.
SongsInIrish.com is a participant in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by advertising and linking to amazon.com or amazon.co.uk.