Newsletter #46: September 2019

Song of the month: Mná na hÉireann


“Song of the month” aims to encourage the readers of this newsletter to learn songs in Irish and sing them themselves. The lyrics of each song are provided, along with a translation into English and a link to a video of the song on YouTube.


The song we have for you this month is a song called ‘Mná na hÉireann’ [Women of Ireland] and it is the famous singer Kate Bush who is singing this enchanting rendition. The song is available on the album Common Ground - Voices of Modern Irish Music that was released in 1996. It is a collection of songs in both Irish and English that was produced by the accomplished musician Dónal Lunny.






Tá bean in Éirinn a bhronnfadh séad dom is mo sháith le n-ól. There’s a woman in Ireland who’d give me a gem and my fill to drink.
Tá bean in Éirinn is ba bhinne léi mo ráflaí
ceoil,
There’s a woman in Ireland to whom my singing is sweeter,
Ná seinm téad; tá bean in Éirinn is níorbh fhearr léi
beo,
than the playing of strings; there’s a woman in Ireland who would much prefer,
Mise ag léimnigh nó leagtha i gcré is mo tharr faoi
fhód.
me leaping, than laid in the clay and my belly under the sod.

Tá bean in Éirinn a bheadh ag éad liom mura bhfaighinn ach póg, There’s a woman in Ireland who’d be jealous of me if I only got a kiss,
Ó bhean ar aonach, nach ait an scéal é, is mo dháimh féin leo. From a woman at a fair, isn’t it strange, and the love I have for them.
Tá bean ab fhearr liom ná cath is céad díobh nach bhfaighim go deo,There’s a woman I’d prefer to a battalion, and to a hundred of them whom I will never get,
Is tá cailín spéiriúil ag fear gan Bhéarla, dubhghránna cróin. And an ugly, swarthy man with no English has a beautiful girl.

Tá bean a déarfadh dá siúlfainn léi go bhfaighinn
an t-ór,
There’s a woman who would say that if I walked with her I’d get the gold,
Is tá bean ’na léine is is fearr a méin ná na táinte
bó,
And there’s the shirted woman, whose disposition is better than having herds of cows,
Le bean a bhuairfeadh Baile an Mhaoir agus clár Thír Eoghain, With a woman who would vex Ballymoyer and the plain of Tyrone,
Is ní fheicim leigheas ar mo ghalar féin ach scaird a dh’ól.And I see no cure for my disease but to drink a dash of alcohol.