tam-o-shanter

Tam Shanter

Ar an l seo in Eanir, ag cuimhneadh ar Burns,
`S an dcheall a scromh s (de rir mo thuairimse),
Seo blas "Tam O Shanter", an tus ar aon chao;
N bc le "Ode to a Haggis" ar bith.
Le cuidi le daoine gan Barla na hAlbain,
Caid at deanta ach "wee owersettin"?
Nach bhfuil iontach maith ach at maith go leor
As duine scriomh i ndiaidh breis is dh bheoir

When chapman billies leave the street
And drouthy neibors neibors meet
As market days are wearing late
An' folk begin to tak the gate;
While we sit bouzin' at the nappy
An gettin' fou an unco happy,
We think na on the long Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sullen, sulky dame
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

Nuair a thann na mangair lcha abhaile,
'S buaileann fir thirime spallta le chile,
'S l an aonaigh ag ir nos dana,
'S am dul abhaile ag druidim ar dhaoine,
T muidne ln-chaite ar leann lidir blasta
Ag ir leathbhite is uafsach ssta,
Gan machnamh ar bith ar an achar r-fhada,
An abar, an clbar, an guta, an pluda,
A luonn go fill idir seo is an teach
An it ina fhanann r mistres go brch
Le pic ar a mala mar pic ar an aimsir
Ag coth a fraoich le choinneil lidir.


 

 


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