Saturday, 6 November 2010

Music in the Morning - Saturday

A sad but beautiful Gaelic song

Fear a' Bhàta                                                      Capercaillie

Vocals  -  Karen Mathieson

Fear A Bhàta (The Boat Man)
This song was written in the late 19th century by Jane Finlayson of Tong, Lewis who was courting a young fisherman from Uig, Donald MacRae.

Both Gaelic and English lyrics are given below:

Fear A Bhàta

Chorus

Fhir a' bhàta, 's na ho ro eile
Fhir a' bhàta, 's na ho ro eile
Fhir a' bhàta, 's na ho ro eile
Mo shoraidh slàn leat 's gach àit' an téid thu

Is tric mi 'sealltainn o'n chnoc a's àirde
Dh'fheuch am faic mi fear a' bhàta
An tig thi an diùigh no'n tig thu a-màireach?
'S mur tig thu idir gur truagh a tà mi

Chorus

Tha mo chridhe-sa briste, brùite
'S tric na deòir a' ruith o m' shùilean
An tig thu a-nochd no'm bi mo dhùil riut
No'n dùin mi'n dorus le osna thùrsaich?

Chorus

'S tric mi foighneachd de luchd nam bàta
Am fac' iad thu no am bheil thu sàbhailt'
Ach 's ann a tha gach aon dhiùbh 'g ràitinn
Gur gòrach mise ma thug mi gràdh dhut

Chorus

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The Boat Man
Chorus
Oh boatman, 's na ho ro eile
Oh boatman, 's na ho ro eile
Oh boatman, 's na ho ro eile
My best wishes go with you wherever you may be

I'm often searching on the highest hilltop
Trying to find the boatman
Will you come tonight or tomorrow?
If you don't come at all, I'll be distraught

Chorus

My heart is broken, bruised
Often tears are running down my cheeks
Will you come tonight or will I wait up for you
But close the door, sighing heavily?

Chorus

Often I'm asking the boatmen
If they've seen you or if you're safe
But everyone of them there says
That I am a fool to give my love to you

Chorus

2 comments:

  1. I listened first without reading the words to the song--and I shed tears as I listened. Afterwards, I read the English translation and cried again.

    Only an angel's voice can do that to me!

    Joe

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  2. Deeply poignant! Voice and words...

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