Naisrín Elsafty - Máire Uí Eidhin | Tigh Matt Molloy | Geantraí na Nollag TG4 | 2009

[@及川博文-z1i]

この人の声も説得力がある。素晴らしい。

[@jss8295]

Used to play online gaming with her when we were young, never forgot her, beautiful voice, beautiful soul

[@Rose-og2mg]

stunning sean nos 💕

[@margaretnesbeth593]

Beautiful emotive singing

[@eileennestor9274]

Fabelous singing

[@perkunas170]

wow

[@darkroomlightsource88]

❤

[@griffinc9071]

Beautiful. Can anyone tell me what this song is about?

[@roisinniloirgneain815]

It's about the poet Raftery 's meeting with a beautiful woman - Máire Ní Eidhin. He was on his way to Mass in Kiltartan, Co Galway when he met her. He goes on to praise her to the high heavens. Poets do this sort of thing you know! 🤣💕

[@WilFreeD68]

Translation: "Going to Mass of me, God was gracious The day came rainy and the wind did blow And near Kiltartan I met a maiden Whose love enslaved me and left me low I spoke to her gently, the courteous maiden And gently and gaily she answered so: “Come, Raftery, with me, and let me take you To Ballylee, where I have to go.” When I got the offer, I did not put off (its acceptance) I laughed, and my heart bounded ; We had only to go across the field And we only brought the day to the back of the house There was laid for us a table on which was a glass and quart And the ringletted coolun beside me sittmg ‘Twas what she said, “Raftery be drinking, and, a hundred welcomes The cellar is strong in Ballylee.” It is lovely and airy on the side of the mountain Looking down upon Ballylee Walking in the grass, picking nuts and blackberries The warbling of birds there is all as one as fairy music What is the good of all that, till you would get a sight Of the blossom of the branches who is by its side; There is no use in denying it, and I conceal it from no one She is the sky of the sun and the love of my heart I travelled England and France together Spain and Greece and back again From the brink of Loch Greine to the Mouth of the Quay And I nover saw a faireen at all like her If I were wed to the Blossom of Youth Through Loch an Toraic I would follow her Harbours and coasts I would walk, and roads After the jewel-woman who is in Ballylee It is Mary Hynes is the courteous, stately woman Of nicest mien and most lovely appearance; Two hundred clerks, and to put them together One-third of her accomplishments they could not write She beat Deidre for fineness, and Venus And if I were to mention Helen by whom Troy was destroyed But she is the flower of Ireland on account of all that The Posy Bright who is in Ballylee O Star of Light, O Sun of Harvest O Amber Coolun, (my) share of the world Would you proceed with me, against Sunday Until we take counsel where shall our sitting be I would not think it much for you, music every Sunday night Punch upon the table, and, if you would drink it, wine And, O King of Glory, may the road dry Until I find the way to Ballylee" Greetings from a Breton man & Ireland Lover 💚 Sean Nos is beautiful 🌈

[@davisoneill]

Go hálainn ar fad.

[@sdrtcacgnrjrc]

that too

[@olivergateley9873]

Unbearable beauty