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This is a song about a beautiful little wren that was eaten by a cat. Written by Seán Monaghan and The Maimín Cajun Band.
Curfá: Ó, mo dhreoilín, Ó, mo dhreoilín, Ite ag an gcat, Fuil ar a smut, 'S gan fágthaí a'm ach cnáimhín. Ite ag an gcat, Fuil ar a smut, 'S gan fágthaí a'm ach cnáimhín.
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Dúidín dáidín, An ruidín deas a chaill mé, Go lige Dia na nGrásta Go bhfaighidh mé aríst é.
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Curfá
Scéilín faoi mo dhreoilín, Is di do shil mé deoirín, Nuair a bhuail an cat í, Is thit sí síos ón ard.
Cibé cén mí-ádh aisteach A tháinig uirthi taisteal, Cé 'chreidfeadh go bhféadfadh sí bás 'fháil, Is mé 'mo sheasamh lena taobh.
Mar 'bheadh cineál magnet ann, Is ábhar iontais aigne dhom, An chaoi ar fhág sí an rata, Is léim sí i mo threo.
An rud is annamh is iontach, Mar a léim sé ina thintreach, Thug sé sceilp dá chrúb di, 'S ní raibh fhios aici níos mó.
Ciúnas binn ón éinín, 'S gan inti ach méid mo mhéirín, Mar 'bheadh éinín Dé ann, Is í imithe suas ar Neamh.
Sin é críoch mo scéilín, Scéilín faoi mo dhreoilín, An chaoi ar ith an cat í 'S nár fhág sé a'm ach cnámh.
Chorus: Oh, my wren, Oh, my wren, Eaten by the cat, Blood on its snout, And I'm left with only a little bone. Eaten by the cat, Blood on its snout, And I'm left with only a little bone.
Dúidín dáidín, The nice little thing that I lost, May the God of grace allow, Me to get him again.
Chorus
A little story about my wren, I gave her a drop of milk, When the cat struck her, She fell down from a hight.
Whatever strange misfortune, That compelled her to travel, Who would believe it possible for her to die, And I standing beside her.
Like a kind of magnet, It's amazing to me The way she left, And jumped towards me.
What is rare is wonderful, As he jumped like lightning He gave her a swipe with his claw, And she didn't know any better.
Sweet silence from the little bird, She's just the size of my little finger, As if there was a God of the little birds She is gone up to Heaven.
That's the end of my story, A little story about my wren, The way the cat ate her, And he left me nothing but bone.
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