Hothouse Flowers – Amhrán na Trá Báine Lyrics
Artist: Hothouse Flowers
Song: Amhrán na Trá Báine
Mo mhíle slán leat, a Éire bhocht nar dheas é an tEarrach fhéin?
Níl an chaint ar obair bhossanaí ná rud ar bith mar é
Ó seal ag baint na feamainne, ag cur fhataí is ag baint fhéir
Níl fear ar bith dhá bhoichte acu nach raibh feilm aige dhó féin
Ó tá caitheamh is cáin ar Éire bhocht a cheapfainn féin n ár chóir
Tá an fear ag baint na bhfataí ann, tá an bhean ag bleáint na bó
Ní hé sin féin do Mheiriceá, déan obair nó lig dhó
Ach má shaothraíonn bean an dollar ann, tá an fear amuigh dhá ól
Muise, an cuimhneach libh a dheartháireachaí, lá ar fhága mé an Trá Bháin?
Ní bhfuair mé an té a chuir an chomhairle orm, ná a dúirt liom fanacht ann. Níl deartháir agam, níl deirfúir agam is níl mo mháthair beo
Ach m’athair atá lag lúbach, a Dhia cé’n t-ionadh dhó?
Muise, báthadh Tom is Peadar orm, bhí uaigneas agam ina ndiaidh
Ó, Micil Bán ba mheasa liom, dá ndeachaigh thrím ariamh
Ó, deartháir eile a raibh Máirtín air, a báthadh fadó riamh
Ach scéal cráite an toinn bháite, is í d’fhága mé ina ndiadh
Ach d’fhága siad an caladh amach ar maidin leas an lá
Is pébí súile a chonaic iad, níor bheannaigh siad a n-ádh
Bhí an taе, tobac is siúicre acu, tháinig sé don Trá Bháin
Tháinig na curachaí ar an duirling, is na maidí don chaisleán
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Amhrán na Trá Báine Lyrics – English Translation
My mile safe for you, a nice old IRELAND is the Spring Own?
The speech is not on the work of a bosser than anything like it
From turn by harvesting the seaweed, taking a grasswash
They have no two-poor man who did not have a feilm himself
Oh spending is a tax on a poor Ireland who would think n our fair
The man is touching the fatts, the woman is at the blindness of the cows
That’s not your own, do work or let go
But if a woman pursues the dollar there, the outdoor man is two drinking
Muise, the memorial to you his brothers, a day that I left the White beach?
I did not get the person who the Council, I said to stay there. I do not have a brother, I don’t have sister and my mother is not alive
But my father who is weak, God who is t-surprised twice?
Muise, Tom and Peter had me drowned, I had lonely after
Oh, a white silk I thought, if I ever go
Oh, another brother who had Martin, who ever drowned
But the tormented story of the sunkut disumet, I’m left with
But they left the wharf out in the welfare morning the day
They have seen a peabi, they have not blessed their luck
The TA6, Smoking and Sugar, came to the White Beach
The cultures came on the area, the castle is the sticks
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Hothouse Flowers Lyrics – Amhrán na Trá Báine
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Release Year: 1990