Zathras' Great Machine

Getting back my music...

Long ago, I lost my ability to listen to most music, especially stuff from my college days, for various reasons. On very rare occasions, I can manage to listen to something, though... this morning is one of those cases, even though the music is Celtic, which usually hits me especially hard, but this time, I actually found myself enjoying it. Perhaps it's because of the subject matter of the song, which I find wryly amusing considering the attitude of the speaker (and how completely opposite it is from my own, as evidenced by my own experiences with women who have money and women who don't). I guess this song also reminds me of my own brief dalliance with trying to study Irish Gaelic... which is a very difficult language to learn, so I abandoned the attempt after only a few months.

I wonder whether anyone will be able to find the English translation of these lyrics. I've searched the web for them and found links to and about the translation, but not the actual translation itself. (I have the translation of the lyrics, of course... but I'm not telling. At least, not yet. *wicked grin*)

Siún Ní Dhuibhir

D'éirigh mé ar maidin a tharraing chun aonaigh mhóir,
A dhíol 's a cheannacht mar dhéanfadh mo dhaoine romham;
Bhuial tart ar a' bhealach mé 's shui mise síos a dh' ól,
'S le Siún Ní Dhuibhir gur ól mise lauch na mbróg.

A Shiún Ní Dhuibhir, an miste leat mé bheith tinn?
Mo bhrón 's mo mhilleadh má 's miste liom tú 'bheith i gcill;
Bróinte 's muilte bheith scileadh ar chúl do chinn
Ach cead a bheith in lorras go dtara síol Éabh 'un cinn.

A Shiún Ni Bdhuibhir, 's tú bun agus barr mo scéil;
Ar mhná na cruinne go dtug sise 'n báire léi
Le gile le finne le mais' is le dhá dtrian scéimh
'S nach mise 'n trua Mhuire bheith scaradh amárach léi.

Thiar in lorras tá searc agus grá mo chléibh,
Planda 'n linbh a d'eitigh mo phósadh inné;
Beir scéala uaim chuici má thug mise póg dá béal,
Go dtabharfainn dí tuilleadh dá gcuirfeadh siad bólacht léi.

"Beir scéala uaim chuige go dearfa nach bpósaim é,
Ó chuala mise gur chuir sé le bólacht mé;
Nuair nach bhfuil agamsa maoin nó mórán spré.
Bíodh a rogha bean aige 's beidh mise 'r mo chomhairle féin."

(*grin* If I know Denise, she'll probably have the full translation in under an hour...)