Cill Cháis (video)

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1. Cad a dhéanfaimid feasta gan adhmad ?

G

tá deireadh na gcoillte ar lár;

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níl trácht ar Cill Cháis ná ar a teaghlach

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is ní bainfear a cling go bráth.

C F Em

An áit úd a gcónaiodh an deighbhean,

C G

fuair gradam is meidhir thar mhnáibh,

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bhíodh iarlaí ag tarraingt tar toinn ann

C G C

is an t-aifreann binn á rá.

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2. Ní chluinim fuiaim lachan ná gé ann,

G

ná fiolar ag éamh sois cuain,

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ná fiú na mbeacha chun saothair

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thabharfadh mil agus céir don tslua.

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Níl ceol binn milis na n-éan ann

C G

le hamharc an lae a dhul uainn,

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náan chuaichín i mbarra na ngéag ann,

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ós í chuirfeadh an saol chun suain.

+ instrumental = verse 2

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3. Aicim ar Mhuire is ar Iosa

G

go dtaga sí arís chughainn slán,

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go mbeidh rincí fada ag gabháil timpeall,

C G C

ceol veidhlín is tinte cnámh.

C F Em

Go dtógtar an baile seo ár sinsear

C G

Cill Cháis bhreá arís go hard,

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is go bráth nó go dtiocfaidh an díle

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ná feictear é arís ar lár.

(orig. = capo 4th) (The Dubliners)

Now what will we do for timber, with the last of the woods laid low?
There's no talk of Kilcash or its household and its bell will be struck no more.
That dwelling where lived the good lady most honored and joyous of women
--earls made their way over wave there and the sweet mass once was said.

Ducks' voices nor geese do I hear there, nor the eagle's cry over the bay,
nor even the bees at their labour bringing honey and wax to us all.
No birdsong there, sweet and delightful, as we watch the sun go down,
nor cukoo on top of the branches settling the world to rest.

I call upon Mary and Jesus to send her safe home again:
dances we'll have in long circles and bon-fires and violin music;
that Kilcash, the townland of our fathers; will rise handsome on high once more
and till doom - or the deluge - returns - we'll see it no more laid low.