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This is a traditional Irish song arranged by Na Casaidigh (The Cassidys). It appears on their 1998 album Singing From Memory.
Cad a dhéanfaimid feasta gan adhmad? Tá deireadh na gcoillte ar lár Níl trácht ar Chill Chais ná a teaghlach 'S ní chluinfear a cling go brách An áit úd 'na gcónaíodh an dei-bhean Fuair gradam is meidhir thar mnáibh Bhíodh iarlaí ag tarraingt thar toinn ann 'S an t-Aifreann binn dá rá
Ní chluinim fuaim lachan ná gé ann Ná iolar ag éamh cois cuain Ná fiú na mbeacha chun saothair Thabharfadh mil agus céir don tslua Níl ceol binn milis na n-éan ann Le hamharc an lae dul uainn Ná an chuaichín i mbarra na gcraobh ann Ó's í chuirfeadh an saol chun suain
Tá ceo ag titim ar chraobh ann Ná glanann le greín ná lá Tá smúit ag titim ón spéir ann 'S a cuid uisce go léir ag trá Níl coll, níl cuileann, níl caor ann Ach clocha 'gus maolchlochán Páirc na foraoise gan chraobh ann Is d'imigh an géim chun fáin
Anois mar bharr ar gach míghreann Chuaigh prionsa na nGael thar sáil Anonn le hainnir na míne 'Fuair gradam sa Fhrainc 's sa Spáinn Anois tá a chuallacht dá caoineadh D'fhaigheadh airgead buí agus bán 'S í nach dtógfadh seilbh na ndaoine 'S í cara na bhfíorbhochtán
Aicim ar Mhuire 's ar Íosa Go dtaga sí arís chughainn slán Go mbeidh rincí fada 'gabháil timpeall Ceol fidil 's tinte cnámh Go dtógfar an baile seo ár sinsear Cill Chais bhreá, arís go hard Is go brách nó go dtiocfaidh and díle Ná feicfear é arís ar lár
What shall we do without timber? The woods have all been cut down There's no mention of Cill Chais or its people The peal of bells is no more The place where the lady resided Who was held in esteem above all Where earls and nobility frequented And the sonorous Mass was heard
Geese and ducks can no longer be heard Nor the eagle cry in the bay Nor the hum of the bees as they labor Storing honey and wax for all We miss the sweet tones of birdsong As the day fades in the west Or the call of the cuckoo each evening Calling the people to rest
A dark cloud envelopes the country And no longer the sun shines bright Darkness descends from the sky there And even the rivers run dry There's no ivy, holly or berries But rocks and barren waste Not a tree is left for shelter And the game has all strayed away
And now to crown our misfortune The prince of the Gael has fled He has left with the noble lady And is welcomed in France and Spain The people are brokenhearted They have lost her support when in need She was ever so kind to her people And always gave alms to the poor
I implore Jesus and Mary That she will one day return To her people who will be rejoicing With bonfires and fiddles and song That this great home of our ancestors The beautiful Cill Chais be restored And until the Day of Judgement Will it never again lay low
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