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The music of this song is composed by Michael McGlynn and is a setting of a text from the Irish tradition. It appears on Anúna’s eighth album Cynara, released in 2000.
Fuígfidh Mise an Baile Seo is the song of a woman who has made a bad match. She married young for the want of money, but she’s married a miser who won’t even let her out to Mass on feast days, let alone take her to the ale-house for a drink, and doesn’t romance her like a young man would. Finally, she says it’s a pity that people who are dissatisfied in marriage can’t go to the fair and trade partners the way they can sheep and cattle.
Fuígfidh mise an baile seo Mar tá sé dúghránna 'S rachaidh mé go Connachta Nó siar go Laighean Uí Eára An áit a bhfaighidh mé póg Ó mo stór is míle fáilte Sealabhán deas bó is cead Mo phósadh ar a' táiliúir
A Mhuire nach mé an truaighe 'S mé póst ar a' sclábhaí Nach ligeann amach 'un Aifrinn mé Lá saoire nó Dé Domhnaigh Nach dtéann go tigh a' leanna 'S nach n-ólfadh gine óir liom 'S nach dteannfadh lena chroí mé Mar dheanfadh buachaill óg mé
An áit a bhfaighidh mé póg Ó mo stór is míle fáilte Sealabhán deas bó is cead Mo phósadh ar a' táiliúir
Pósadh go hóg mé Mar gheall ar na puntaí Lán mo dhá laimh Is níor shásaigh sé 'riamh m'intinn Nach trua nach dtig an reacht amach Mar 'tá ar bha 's ar chaoirigh An té nach dtaitneodh an margadh Leis a sheoladh ar ais 'un aonaigh
Fuígfidh mise an baile seo...
I will leave this town, For it is dark and ugly And go to Connacht Or west to Laighean Uí Eabhra The place where I'll get a kiss From my darling and a thousand welcomes A nice herd of cows And permission to marry the tailor
Mary, and isn't it a pity, And me married to the scoundrel Who won't let me go to Mass On a holiday or a Sunday Who won't take me to the pub, Or drink a gold guinea with me Or hold me in his heart As a young man would
The place where I'll get a kiss From my darling and a thousand welcomes A nice herd of cows And permission to marry the tailor
I married young For the promise of money My two hands full of them, My mind was not satisfied Isn't it a pity I can't be rid of him, As with a cow or sheep If you don't like the bargain, You can take him back to the fair
I will leave this town...
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