The Pressers

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“The Pressers” è una anti-war song della tradizione scozzese rielaborata da Mary Brooksbank di Dundee su di un testo risalente quanto meno all’epoca delle guerre napoleoniche. Dal ricordo di una parte della canzone che aveva imparato da bambina Mary Brooksbank (1897- 1978) esprime il sentimento anti-militarista di certi ambienti socio-culturali aggregatisi intorno al folk revival degli anni 60.
Una giovane contadinella si dispera perchè il suo ragazzo è scomparso, è finito in una retata delle press gang ed arruolato forzosamente per combattere e morire in chissà quale campo di battaglia sotto i cannoni di Napoleone Bonaparte.

GLI SCHIAVI BIANCHI

Furono gli abolizionisti a sottolineare l’analogia tra gli schiavi nelle piantagoni del cotone e il soldato (o il marinaio-soldato), un detenuto in uniforme militare: nell’esercito i rapporti di potere sono quelli del padrone-servo, servi sono i poveracci indigenti e padroni sono gli ufficiali che spesso non cercano nemmeno di dissimulare il loro disprezzo verso la truppa su cui esercitano un potere indiscusso di vita e di morte.
Ray Fisher in “Willie’s Lady”, 1982


I
There is nocht in this wide world
but sorrow and care,
I weary on Johnnie,
but Johnnie’s no there.
Sae waesome and dowie,
I feel like tae dee
Since the pressers (1) 
hae stolen my laddie fae me.
II
I look aroond the steading,
but Johnnie’s nae there,
At toil in the hairst field (2),
my hert it feels sair.
When I look tae yon high hills,
a tear blinds my e’e
Since the pressers
hae stolen my laddie fae me.
III
For he’s far ower yon high hills
and syne ower the sea
I ken nowhere my ain dear
laddie micht be.
In some foreign battlefield
maybe he’ll dee
Oh, curse on ye, Boney (3),
took my laddie fae me.
IV
Now the bonnie larks
singing mocks me in my care
But I’ll go on still hoping
till grey grows my hair.
Oh, ye wild winds a blowing
far ower the sea
Will ye blow back my bonnie
lad Johnnie tae me.

Traduzione italiana Cattia Salto
I
Non c’è altro in questo pazzo mondo che dolore e preoccupazioni
Sono triste per Johnny
ma Johnny non è qui
così nel dolore e nel pianto,
mi sento morire
da quando gli arruolatori hanno trafugato il mio ragazzo
II
Guardo nei caseggiati della fattoria
ma Johnny non c’è,
al lavoro nel campo da mietere,
il mio cuore si sente angosciato
quando guardo alle alte colline lontane, una lacrima mi acceca
da quando gli arruolatori hanno trafugato il mio ragazzo
III
Perchè è lontano oltre
le alte colline e il mare
non so dove il mio caro ragazzo potrebbe essere,
forse in qualche campo di battaglia straniero morirà.
Oh che tu sia maledetto Napo,
che mi hai preso il mio ragazzo
IV
Ora le belle allodole che cantano mi prendono in giro per i miei affanni
ma continuerò a sperare
finchè i capelli mi diventeranno grigi
oh voi raffiche di vento soffiate
lontano oltre il mare
e portate indietro il mio
bel ragazzo Johnny.

NOTE
1) Il sistema detto “impressment” si avvaleva di gruppi militari (press-gang) che con il pretesto dell’arresto per reati minori rastellavano vagabondi e ubriachi e li imbarcavano sulle navi-caserme: i villaggi lungo la costa delle isole britanniche erano visitati frequentemente da queste squadre perchè abitati da pescatori o uomini già esperti nella navigazione, ma anche nelle città dell’interno nessuno era al sicuro.
2) il lavoro della mietitura era svolto da squadre itineranti di braccianti stagionali che si spostavano nelle grandi fattorie delle Lowland scozzesi.
3) Boney equivalente al nostro diminutivo Napo per Napoleone. L’origine del nome è incerta potrebbe voler dire “il Leone di Napoli”, il primo nome illustre fu quello del Cardinale Napoleone Orsini (ai tempi di papa Bonifacio VIII)

FONTI
http://ontanomagico.altervista.org/arthur-mcbride.htm
http://mainlynorfolk.info/folk/songs/thepressers.html
https://www.folk-legacy.com/store/Scripts/prodView.asp?idproduct=129

Shamrock shore

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Two texts in search of an author, with the same title “Shamrock shore” we distinguish two different songs, both as text and as melody, the first reported by PW Joyce at the end of the nineteenth century is an irish emigration song, the second ever traditional is also an emigration song, but above all a protest song, the social and political denunciation of the Irish question.

EMIGRATION SONG: To London fair

Already at the end of the 1800s P. W. Joyce reported it in his  “Ancient Irish Music” to then republish it in 1909, so he writes “This air, and one verse of the song, was published for the first time by me in my Ancient Irish Music, from which it is reprinted here. It was a favourite in my young days, and I have several copies of the words printed on ballad-sheets“. Again P. W. Joyce in Old Irish Folk Music (1909) reports further text
“Ye muses mine, with me combine and grant me your relief,
While here alone I sigh and moan, I’m overwhelmed with grief:
While here alone I sigh and moan far from my friends and home;
My troubled mind no rest can find since I left the Shamrock shore.”

The Irish emigrant arrives in London, the tune is that generally known with the title of”Erin Shore” (see)

Horslips from Happy to meet, sorry to part, 1972

PW Joyce, 1890
I
In early spring when small birds sing and lambkins sport and play,
My way I took, my friends forsook, and came to Dublin quay;
I enter’d as a passenger, and to England I sailed o’er;
I bade farewell to all my friends,
and I left the shamrock shore.
II
To London fair, I did repair some pleasure there to find
I found it was a lovely place,
and pleasant to mine eye
The ladies to where fair to view,
and rich the furs they wore
But none I saw, that could compare to the maids of the shamrock shore

PARTY SONG: You brave young sons of Erin’s Isle

More than a song, a political rant about the need for the independence of Ireland and the evils of landlordism.
Matt Molloy, Tommy Peoples, Paul Brady (1978)


I
You brave young sons of Erin’s Isle
I hope you will attend awhile
‘Tis the wrongs of dear old Ireland I am going to relate
‘Twas black and cursed was the day
When our parliament was taken away
And all of our griefs and sufferings commences from that day (1)
For our hardy sons and daughters fair
To other countries must repair
And leave their native land behind in sorrow to deplore
For seek employment they must roam
Far, far away from the native home
From that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore
II
Now Ireland is with plenty blessed
But the people, we are sore oppressed
All by those cursed tyrants we are forced for to obey
Some haughty landlords for to please
Our houses and our lands they’ll seize
To put fifty farms into one (2) and take us all away
Regardless of the widow’s sighs
The mother’s tears and orphan’s cries
In thousands we were driven from home which grieves my heart full sore
We were forced by famine and disease (3) To emigrate across the seas
From that sore, opressed island that they called the shamrock shore
III
Our sustenance all taken away
The tithes and taxes for to pay
To support that law-protected church to which they do adhere (4)
And our Irish gentry, well you know
To other countries they do go
And the money from old Ireland they squandered here and there
For if our squires  would stay at home
And not to other countries roam
But to build mills and factories (5) here to employ the laboring poor
For if we had trade and commerce here
To me no nation could compare
To that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore
IV
John Bull (6), he boasts, he laughs with scorn
And he says that Irishman is born
To be always discontented for at home we cannot agree
But we’ll banish the tyrants from our land
And in harmony like sisters stand
To demand the rights of Ireland,
let us all united be
And our parliament in College Green
For to assemble, it will be seen
And happy days in Erin’s Isle we soon will have once more
And dear old Ireland soon will be
A great and glorious country
And peace and blessings soon will smile all around the shamrock shore

NOTES
1) The song is obviously post-Union (1800), because it refers to the dissolved Irish Parliament
2) the plague of landlordism
3)  in 1846 the entire crop of potatoes (basic diet of the Irish) was all destroyed due to a fungus, the peronospera; the “great famine” occurred (1845-1849 which some historians prolonged until 1852) which lasted for several years and almost halved the population; those who did not die of hunger were lucky if the
y could leave for England or Scotland, but more massive was the migration to America
4) ‘tithes and taxes’ paid in support of the Irish Church, so the song pre-dates the Act of Disestablishment in 1869
5) the years of large-scale industrial expansion (with relative upgrading of infrastructure) began in Britain starting from 1840-50
6) John Bull is the national personification of the Kingdom of Great Britain

Paddy’s Green Shamrock Shore

FONTI
http://ingeb.org/songs/yebravey.html
http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=62929 http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=130087

https://thesession.org/discussions/13438
http://www.celticlyricscorner.net/casey/shamrock.htm

Sailor’s farewell: on the sailor’s side!

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A further variant of “Sailor’s Farewell” is titled “Adieu, My Lovely Nancy” (aka “Swansea Town,” and “The Holy Ground”) found in England, Ireland, Australia, Canada, and the United States. It’s developed on twice directions, on the one hand it’s the typical and cheerful sea shanty, sometimes rough and with a lot of drink, and on the other it becomes a more intimate and fragile vein, which reflects on the solitude and danger of the sea. In these versions the sailor is enlisted in the Royal Navy.

Copper Family: Adieu Sweet Lovely Nancy

Adieu Sweet Lovely Nancy is one of the best-known songs from the repertoire of the Copper Family. It was published in the first issue of the Journal of the Folk Song Society, Vol. 1, No. 1, in 1899, a version also released in Australia and entitled “Lovely Nancy”, in which it is only the handsome sailor who speaks during the separation on the shore.

Maddy Prior & Tim Hart 1968 from Folk Songs of Old England Vol. 1

The Ballina Whalers

Ed, Will & Ginger from a free session in front of the pub for “Ed and Will in A walk around Britain”

ADIEU SWEET LOVELY NANCY
I
Adieu sweet lovely Nancy,
ten thousand times adieu
I’m going around the ocean love
to seek for something new
Come change your ring(1)
with me dear girl
come change your ring with me
for it might be a token of true love while I am on the sea.
II
And when I’m far upon the sea
you’ll know not where I am
Kind letters I will write to you
from every foreign land
the secrets of your heart dear girl
are the best of my good will
So let your body(2) be where, it might my heart will be with you still.
III
There’s a heavy storm arising
see how it gathers round
While we poor souls on the ocean wide are fighting for the crown (3)
There’s nothing to protect us love
or keep us from the cold
On the ocean wide where
we must bide like jolly seamen bold.
IV
There’s tinkers tailors shoemakers
lie snoring fast asleep
While we poor souls
on the ocean wide are ploughing through the deep
Our officers commanded us
and then we must obey
Expecting every moment
for to get cast away.
V
But when the wars are over
there’ll be peace on every shore
We’ll return to our wives and our families and the girls that we adore
We’ll call for liquor merrily
and spend our money free
And when our money is all gone
we’ll boldly go to sea.

NOTES
1) Ring is a proof of identity of the soldier that will sometimes remain absent for long years
2) In the part of dialogue ometted Nancy wants to dress up as a sailor to go with him.
3) the reference is always to broadside ballad version in which our johnny (slang term for sailor) has enlisted in the Royal Navy and wants Nancy to stay home waiting for him.

AMERICAN/ IRISH VERSION: ADIEU MY LOVELY NANCY

Julie Henigan from American Stranger 1997 “I learned this version from the Max Hunter Collection. Hunter was a traveling salesman and amateur folksong collector from Springfield, Missouri, who amassed an impressive number of field recordings from the Missouri and Arkansas Ozarks. When I was a teenager I learned many songs from the cassette tapes of his collection that were housed in the Springfield Public Library.
Hunter recorded this song in 1959 from Bertha Lauderdale, of Fayetteville, Arkansas. She had learned the song from her grandfather, who, in turn, had learned it from his grandmother, when “he was a young child in Ireland.” Since I recorded the song on American Stranger (Waterbug 038), Altan, Jeff Davis, Nancy Conescu, Gerald Trimble, and Pete Coe have all added it to their repertoires.”

Altan from Local Ground, 2005

ADIEU MY LOVELY NANCY
I
Adieu, my lovely Nancy,
Ten thousand times adieu,
I’ll be thinking of my own true love,
I’ll be thinking, dear, of you.
II
Will you change a ring(1)
with me, my love,
Will you change a ring with me?
It will be a token of our love,
When I am far at sea.
III
When I am far away from home
And you know not where I am,
Love letters I will write to you
From every foreign strand.
IV
When the farmer boys
come home at night,
They will tell their girls fine tales
Of all that they’ve been doing
All day out in the fields;
V
Of the wheat and hay
that they’ve cut down,
Sure, it’s all that they can do,
While we poor jolly,
jolly hearts of oak(2)
Must plough the seas all through.
VI
And when we return again, my love,
To our own dear native shore,
Fine stories we will tell to you,
How we ploughed the oceans o’er.
VII
And we’ll make the alehouses to ring,
And the taverns they will roar,
And when our money it is all gone,
Sure, we’ll go to sea for more.

NOTES
1) Ring is a proof of identity of the soldier that will sometimes remain absent for long years
2) hearts of oak rerefers to the wood from which British warships were generally made during the age of sail. The “Heart of oak” is the strongest central wood of the tree.

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Sailor’s farewell

Ralph Vaughan Williams: LOVELY ON THE WATER
Cecil Sharp: LOVELY NANCY
versione inglese: FARE YE WELL/ADIEU, LOVELY NANCY
versione inglese: ADIEU SWEET LOVELY NANCY
versione americana/irlandese: ADIEU MY LOVELY NANCY
Sea shanty: HOLY GROUND

FONTI
http://mainlynorfolk.info/steeleye.span/songs/adieusweetlovelynancy.html
https://www.acousticmusicarchive.com/adieu-sweet-lovely-nancy-chords-lyrics

Lovely On The Water

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Lover’s separation is a theme widespread in the english balladry and that of a sailor and a young maid it’s probably originated in the eighteenth century, as we find it in the illustrations of the time.

LOVELY ON THE WATER

The ballad “Lovely on the water”, collected by Ralph Vaughan Williams in the early 1900s, come from a broadside titled “Henry and Nancy, or the Lover’s Separation“. The story begins in the idyll of spring with two lovers walking, but that’s their farewell, the sailor has enlisted in the Royal Navy and wants her to stay home waiting for him. Although he professed to face the war for his country, the need for a wage is certainly the primary cause of his patriotism.

The Sailor’s Farewell, Charles Mosley (mid-eighteenth century) in National Maritime Museum .

Steeleye Span recorded Lovely on the Water in 1971 for their second album, “Please to See the King” and the sleeve notes commented”Certain folk songs had great popularity, and have been reported over and again, from end to end of the country. Others—including some masterpieces—seem to have had but tiny circulation. So Lovely on the Water, with a gorgeous melody and significant words, has been found only once, by Vaughan Williams at South Walsham, a few miles from Norwich. The song starts idyllically and ends ominously, like a sunny day that clouds over. The singer, a Mr Hilton, had fourteen verses, but Vaughan Williams, often a bit careless about texts, mislaid some. Missing verses probably concerned the familiar situation in which the girl volunteers to disguise herself as a seaman, in order to sail with her lover, but is hurriedly dissuaded.” (from here)
We find those missing verses in the text of the broadside “Henry and Nancy” (here)
Steeleye Span in “Please to See the King” 1971

Ken Wilson in “Not Before Time

Dhalia`s Lane in Hollymount 2005

Martha Tilston & Maggie Boyle in The Sea 2014 in  

LOVELY ON THE WATER *
I
As I walked out one morning
in the springtime of the year
I overheard a sailor boy
likewise a lady fair
They sang a song together
made the valleys for to ring
While the birds on the spray in the meadows gay
Proclaimed the lovely spring
II
Said Willy unto Nancy
“Oh we soon must sail away
For its lovely on the water
to hear the music play.
For our Queen she do want seamen
so I will not stay on shore
I will brave the wars for my country
Where the blund’ring cannons roar
III
Poor Nancy fell and fainted,
but soon he brought her to,
For it’s there they kissed and they embraced
and took a fond adieu.
“Come change your ring (1) with me my love
For we may meet once more;
but there’s One above that will guard you, love,
Where the blund’ring cannons roar
IV
Four pounds it is our bounty
and that must do for thee
For to help the aged parents
while I am on the sea
For Tower Hill[2] is crowded
with mothers weeping sore (3)
For their sons are gone to face the foe
Where the blundering cannons roar” 

Notes
1) the ring will be the proof of identity of the lovers who will sometimes remain separated for long years
2) Tower Hill in in London,London Borough of Tower Hamlets
3) while the men go to fight the enemy, the women greet them weeping because they know that many of them will never return home

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Ralph Vaughan Williams: LOVELY ON THE WATER
Cecil Sharp: LOVELY NANCY
english version: FARE YE WELL/ADIEU, LOVELY NANCY
english version: ADIEU SWEET LOVELY NANCY
american/irish version: ADIEU MY LOVELY NANCY
sea shanty: HOLY GROUND

LINK
http://ontanomagico.altervista.org/lovely-water.htm
http://mainlynorfolk.info/steeleye.span/songs/lovelyonthewater.html
http://www.joe-offer.com/folkinfo/songs/187.html
http://digital.nls.uk/broadsides/broadside.cfm/id/16873

http://www.britishtars.com/2014/03/the-sailors-farewell-date-unknown.html

There grows a bonie brier-bush

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“There grows a bonie brier-bush” is a traditional Scottish song modified by Robert Burns for editorial purpose and published in 1796 in the “Scots Musical Museum”; the double meaning concerned both the allusion to the relationship between a Jacobite rebel “Highland laddie” and a “Lowland lassie” follower of King George that the erotic context of the relationship (as we find it in the variant”The Cuckoo’s nest“)
A version is also adapted by Carolina Oliphant, always on the melody “The Brier Bush”.

James Malcolm in The Complete Songs of Robert Burns Vol V, 1998

Jean Redpath in Songs of Robert Burns, Vol. 3 & 4 1996
Junkman’s Choir in The Burns Sessions – Footage of recordings from inside Robert Burns’ Cottage, Alloway, Scotland (January 2018)

I
There grows a bonnie
brier-bush (1) in our kail-yard (2),
There grows a bonnie
brier-bush in our kail-yard;
And below the bonnie brier-bush
there’s a lassie and a lad,
And they’re busy, busy
courting in our kail-yard.
II
We’ll court nae mair below
the buss in our kail-yard,
We’ll court nae mair below
the buss in our kail-yard;
We’ll awa to Athole’s green (3),
and there we’ll no be seen,
Whare the trees and the branches
will be our safe-guard.
III
‘ Will ye go to the dancin
in Carlyle’s ha’ (4)?
Will ye go to the dancin
in Carlyle’s ha’ ?
Where Sandy (5) and Nancy
I’m sure will ding (6) them a’?’
‘ I winna gang to the dance
in Carlyle ha.’
IV
What will I do for a lad
when Sandy gangs awa?
What will I do for a lad
when Sandy gangs awa ?
I will awa to Edinburgh,
and win a penny fee (7),
And see an onie bonnie lad
will fancy me.
V
He’s comin frae the North
that’s to fancy me,
He’s comin frae the North
that’s to fancy me ;
A feather in his bonnet
and a ribbon at his knee (8),
He ‘s a bonnie, bonnie laddie,
and yon be he !

NOTES
Enghish translation *
1) in the ballads the rose is not only “a rose” but it is the symbol of love, symbolizes here the loss of virginity, the thorns are also a memento to the dangers of a sexuality outside of marriage
2) kail-yard is the garden in front of the door of the cottage, it has become synonymous with a group of storytellers of the end of the 19th century who often described Scottish rural life, often using dialectal forms.
3) Athole: Atholl is located in the heart of the Scottish Highlands and derives its name from the Gaelic “ath Fodla” or New Ireland following the invasions in the island of the Irish tribes in the seventh century, Athole is the old name for the area of Perthshire

4) “Carlisle Castle is situated in Carlisle, in the English county of Cumbria, near the ruins of Hadrian’s Wall. Given the proximity of Carlisle to the border between England and Scotland, it has been the centre of many wars and invasions. The most important battles for the city of Carlisle and its castle were during the Jacobite rising of 1745 against George II of Great Britain” (da Wiki)
5) Sandy is short for Alexander
6) to ding= overcome; wear out, weary; to beat, excel, get the better of.
7) penny fee= wages
8) in the eighteenth century there were no stretch fabrics so as to support the socks to the calves of the man (and the thighs of women) were used garters or ribbons turned several times around the leg and knotted (among which we must hide a small dagger) , even those who wore pants (adhering a bit like a tights) used to tie ribbons under the knee

Lady Nairne’s version is often dismissed by critics as an imitation of Burns’ version and unfortunately many were prejudices against her literary production ..

CAROLINA OLIPHANT VERSION
I
There grows a bonnie brier-bush 
in our kail-yard,
And white are the blossoms o’t 
in our kail-yard;
Like wee bit cockauds (1) to deck
our Hieland lads
And the lasses lo’e the bonnie bush
in our kail-yard.
II
An it’s hame, an’ it’s hame
to the north countrie,
An’ it’s hame, an’ it’s hame
to the north countrie,
Where my bonnie Jean is waiting for me,
Wi’ a heart kind and true,
in my ain countrie.
III
But were they a’ true that were far awa’?
Oh! were they a’ true that were far awa’?
They drew up wi’ glaikit Englishers
at Carlisle ha’, 
And forgot auld frien’s
that were far awa’.
IV
“Ye’ll come nae mair, Jamie,
where aft ye have been,
Ye’ll come nae mair, Jamie,
to Atholl’s green;
Owre weel ye lo’ed the dancin’
at Carlisle ha’, 
And forgot the Hieland hills
that were far awa’.”
V
“I ne’er lo’ed a dance
but on Atholl’s green,
I ne’er lo’ed a lassie
but my dorty Jean,
Sair, sair against my will
did I bide sae lang awa’, 
And my heart was aye in Atholl’s green
at Carlisle ha’.”
VI
The brier bush was bonny ance
in our kail-yard; 
That brier bush was bonny ance
in our kail-yard;
A blast blew owre the hill,
that ga’e Atholl’s flowers a chill,
And the bloom’s blawn aff the bonnie bush
in our kail-yard.
English translation Cattia Salto
I
There grows a lovely brier-bush 
in our kitchen garden
And white are the blossoms out 
in our kitchen garden,
Like tiny rosettes to deck
our Highland lads
And the lasses love the lovely bush
in our kitchen garden.
II
And it’s home, and it’s home
to the north country,
An it’s home, and it’s home
to the north country,
Where my pretty Jean is waiting for me,
With a heart kind and true,
in my own country.
III
But were they all true that were far away?
Oh! were they all true that were far away?
They drew up with stupid Englishmen 
at Carlisle hall, 
And forgot old friends
that were far away.
IV
“You’ll come no more Jamie,
where often you have been,
You’ll come no more, Jamie,
to Atholl’s green;
Over well you loved the dancing
at Carlisle hall, 
And forgot the Highland hills
that were far away.”
V
“I never loved a dance
but on Atholl’s green,
I never loved a lassie
but my saucy Jean,
Sore, sore against my will
did I bide so long away, 
And my heart was always in Atholl’s green
at Carlisle hall.”
VI
The brier bush was lovely once
in our kitchen garden; 
That brier bush was lovely once
in our kitchen garden;
A blast blew over the hill,
that gave Atholl’s flowers a chill,
And the blooms blown off the lovely bush
in our kitchen garden

NOTE
1) the white cockade of the Jacobites

LINK
http://chrsouchon.free.fr/kailyard.htm
http://sangstories.webs.com/cuckoosnest.htm
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=86781
http://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/archive/90262457
https://digital.nls.uk/broadsides/broadside.cfm/id/14959

There grows a bonnie brier-bush

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ritratto di Robert Burns“There grows a bonnie brier-bush” è una canzone tradizionale scozzese modificata da Robert Burns per esigenze editoriali e pubblicata nel 1796 nello “Scots Musical Museum“; il doppio senso riguardava sia l’allusione alla relazione tra un ribelle giacobita “Highland laddie”  e una “Lowland lassie” seguace di re Giorgio che il contesto erotico della relazione (così come lo ritroviamo nella variante “The Cuckoo’s nest“).
Una versione è adattata anche da Carolina Oliphant, sempre sulla melodia “The Brier Bush”.

James Malcolm in The Complete Songs of Robert Burns Vol V, 1998

Jean Redpath in Songs of Robert Burns, Vol. 3 & 4 1996
Junkman’s Choir in The Burns Sessions – Footage of recordings from inside Robert Burns’ Cottage, Alloway, Scotland (January 2018)

ROBERT BURNS 
I
There grows a bonnie brier-bush (1)
in our kail-yard (2),
There grows a bonnie brier-bush
in our kail-yard;
And below the bonnie brier-bush
there’s a lassie and a lad,
And they’re busy, busy
courting in our kail-yard.
II
We’ll court nae mair below
the buss in our kail-yard,
We’ll court nae mair below
the buss in our kail-yard;
We’ll awa to Athole’s green (3),
and there we’ll no be seen,
Whare the trees and the branches
will be our safe-guard.
III
‘ Will ye go to the dancin
in Carlyle’s ha’ (4)?
Will ye go to the dancin
in Carlyle’s ha’ ?
Where Sandy (5) and Nancy (6)
I’m sure will ding (7) them a’?’
‘ I winna gang to the dance
in Carlyle ha.’
IV
What will I do for a lad
when Sandy gangs awa?
What will I do for a lad
when Sandy gangs awa ?
I will awa to Edinburgh,
and win a penny fee (8),
And see an onie bonnie lad
will fancy me.
V
He’s comin frae the North
that’s to fancy me,
He’s comin frae the North
that’s to fancy me ;
A feather in his bonnet
and a ribbon at his knee (9),
He ‘s a bonnie, bonnie laddie,
and yon be he !
Traduzione italiana Cattia Salto
I
Una bella rosa selvatica cresce,
nel nostro orto in cortile
cresce una bella rosa selvatica
nel nostro orto in cortile
e sotto al bel rovo
ci sono una ragazza e un ragazzo
molti affaccendati
ad amoreggiare nel nostro orto
II
Non amoreggeremo più sotto
al cespuglio di rose nel nostro orto
non amoreggeremo più sotto
al cespuglio di rose nel nostro orto
partiremo per le praterie di Atholl,
e là non saremo più spiati
dove gli alberi e i rami
ci faranno da riparo
III
“Andrai al ballo
nel castello di Carlyle?
Andrai al ballo
nel Castello di Carlyle?
Dove Sandro e Agnese
di certo li batteranno tutti”
“Non andrò al ballo
nel Castello di Carlyle”
IV
Come troverò un ragazzo
se Sandro se ne andrà?
Come troverò un ragazzo
se Sandro se ne andrà?
Andrò a Edimburgo
a guadagnarmi un salario
e vedere se qualche bel ragazzo
mi vorrà bene
V
Viene dal Nord
colui che mi sposerà
Viene dal Nord
colui che mi sposerà
Una piuma sul berretto
e un nastro alle ginocchia
E’ un bel, bel ragazzo
e da laggiù lui viene!

NOTE
1) nelle ballate la rosa non è solo “una rosa” ma è il simbolo della passione amorosa, simboleggia qui la perdita della verginità, le spine sono anche un memento ai pericoli di una sessualità fuori dal matrimonio
2) kail-yard è l’orticello davanti alla porta del cottage, è diventato sinonimo di gruppo di narratori di fine ’800 che descrissero, spesso servendosi di forme dialettali, la vita rurale scozzese.
3) Athole: Atholl si trova nel cuore delle Highlands scozzesi e deriva il nome dal gaelico “ath Fodla” ovvero Nuova Irlanda conseguente alle invasioni nell’isola delle tribù irlandesi nel VII sec, Athole è l’antico nome per l’area del Perthshire
4) “Il Castello di Carlisle  è un castello medievale inglese che si trova nella città di Carlisle, in Cumbria. Il castello ha oltre novecento anni ed è stato scenario di molti importanti episodi militari della storia inglese. Data la sua vicinanza ai confini fra Inghilterra e Scozia, fu per tutto il medioevo luogo di scontri e di invasioni. Le più importanti battaglie vissute però dalla città e dal castello di Carlisle furono durante le rivolte giacobite contro Giorgio I e Giorgio II, rispettivamente nel 1715 e nel 1745.” (da Wiki)
5) Sandy diminutivo di Alessandro
6) Nancy nel Settecento veniva usato come diminutivo di Anne ma anche più anticamente era il diminutivo di Annis (la forma medievale di Agnese)
7) to ding è un verbo scozzese usato nel senso di eccellere, avere la meglio, superare, nel contesto vuole indicare la bravura della coppia di danzatori al gran ball di Carlisle
8) penny fee= wages
9) nel Settecento non esistevano i tessuti elasticizzati così per reggere le calze ai polpacci dell’uomo ( e alle cosce delle donne) si usavano delle giarrettiere o dei nastri girati più volte intorno alla gamba e annodati (tra cui alla bisogna si nascondeva un piccolo pugnale), anche chi portava i pantaloni (aderenti un po’ come una calzamaglia) usava annodare dei nastri sotto al ginocchio

La versione di Lady Nairne viene spesso liquidata dalla critica come una imitazione della versione di Burns e purtroppo molti furono i pregiudizi nei confronti della sua produzione letteraria..

CAROLINA OLIPHANT
I
There grows a bonnie brier-bush 
in our kail-yard,
And white are the blossoms o’t 
in our kail-yard;
Like wee bit cockauds (1) to deck
our Hieland lads
And the lasses lo’e the bonnie bush
in our kail-yard.
II
An it’s hame, an’ it’s hame
to the north countrie,
An’ it’s hame, an’ it’s hame
to the north countrie,
Where my bonnie Jean is waiting for me,
Wi’ a heart kind and true,
in my ain countrie.
III
But were they a’ true that were far awa’?
Oh! were they a’ true that were far awa’?
They drew up wi’ glaikit Englishers
at Carlisle ha’, 
And forgot auld frien’s
that were far awa’.
IV
“Ye’ll come nae mair, Jamie,
where aft ye have been,
Ye’ll come nae mair, Jamie,
to Atholl’s green;
Owre weel ye lo’ed the dancin’
at Carlisle ha’, 
And forgot the Hieland hills
that were far awa’.”
V
“I ne’er lo’ed a dance
but on Atholl’s green,
I ne’er lo’ed a lassie
but my dorty Jean,
Sair, sair against my will
did I bide sae lang awa’, 
And my heart was aye in Atholl’s green
at Carlisle ha’.”
VI
The brier bush was bonny ance
in our kail-yard; 
That brier bush was bonny ance
in our kail-yard;
A blast blew owre the hill,
that ga’e Atholl’s flowers a chill,
And the bloom’s blawn aff the bonnie bush
in our kail-yard.
Traduzione italiana Cattia Salto
I
Una bella rosa selvatica cresce,
nel nostro orto in cortile
e bianchi sono spuntati i boccioli
nel nostro orto in cortile
come piccole coccarde per ornare
i nostri ragazzi degli Altopiani
e le ragazze amano il bel cespuglio
nel nostro orto in cortile
II
E’ casa, è casa
al Nord 
E’ casa, è casa
al Nord
dove la mia bella Jean mi aspetta
con cuore gentile e sincero
nel mio paese 
III
Ma era proprio vero che erano tutti lontano?
era proprio vero che erano lontani?
Si avvicinarono ai frivoli Inglesi
al castello di Carlisle
e dimenticarono i vecchi amici
che erano lontani
IV
“Non tornerai più, Jamie
dove spesso sei stato
Non tornerai più, Jamie
ai pascoli di Atholl;
Amavi soprattutto le danze 
al castello di Carlisle
e dimenticasti le colline degli Altopiani
che erano assai lontane”
V
“Mai amai una danza
se non i prati di Atholl
e mai amai una ragazza
se non la mia impertinente Jean.
Duramente contro la mia volontà
dovetti assentarmi così lontano
ma il mio cuore era nelle praterie di Atholl
piuttosto che al castello di Carlisle”
VI
Il roseto era bello un tempo
nel nostro orto in cortile
quel roseto era bello un tempo
nel nostro orto in cortile
una tempesta soffiò sulla collina
che fece raggelare i fiori di Atholl
e i boccioli sono volati via dal cespuglio
nel nostro orto in cortile

NOTE
1) la coccarda bianca dei Giacobiti 

FONTI
http://chrsouchon.free.fr/kailyard.htm
http://sangstories.webs.com/cuckoosnest.htm
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=86781
http://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/archive/90262457
https://digital.nls.uk/broadsides/broadside.cfm/id/14959
https://allpoetry.com/There-Grows-a-Bonnie-Brier-Bush

Mise Éire – I am Ireland

Leggi in italiano
Patrick Henry Pearse (Pádraic Mac Piarais or Pádraig Pearse) wrote a short poem in Gaelic, about afflicted Ireland, it was 1912 and the Easter Uprising was to came. It’ll be Pearse who read the proclamation of the Irish Republic on the steps of the Post Office occupied by the rebels. His death along with that of his companions on that Easter of Blood of 1916 will be the prelude to the Irish War of Independence (1919-1921)

In 1959 George Morrison made a documentary film about the foundation of the Republic of Ireland that, recalling it to the Pearse poem, he entitled “Mise Éire”: it was a long work of research and cataloging from the newsreels, period films, photos of key figures such as Pádraig Pearse, James Connolly, Éamon de Valera and Michael Collins, to giving back through the reassembly of archival material, a crucial historical period for Irish independence from 1896 to 1918, a twenty-year period that saw the flowering of both political nationalism and Irish culture, the Gaelic League and the Gaelic Athletics Association, the Abbey Theater of WB Yeats and Lady Gregory which ends with the electoral victory of the Sinn Féin party.
The orchestral soundtrack (for the first time combined with an Irish feature film) was entrusted to Seán Ó Riada, who arranged the traditional Irish music and the sean-nós songs (‘old style’) with a classical style.
The Ó Riada soundtrack certainly contributed to the documentary’s pathos, and among the many traditional melodies he also rearranged “Róisín Dubh” renamed as title track “Mise Éire” .
Róisín Dubh (= little black rose) is Rosalinda, a young girl named Little Rose is the allegory of Ireland, a codeword coined at the end of the sixteenth / early seventeenth century to identify Ireland with a Black Rose, ideally contrasted to the Red Rose of the Tudor House (the Lancaster rose).
The Irish Radio Orchestra

But Pearse poem had remained in the background despite hitting target with the title, it will be Patrick Cassidy on the occasion of the centenary of the Easter Uprising, to write his tune for “Mise Éire”, staged for RTÉ ONE with RTÉ Concert Orchestra and sung by the young Irish singer, Sibéal Ní Chasaide

Sibéal Ní Chasaide live ( in “1916 The Irish Rebellion”, 2016)

I am Ireland (1):
I am older than
the old woman (2) of Beare.
Great my glory:
I that bore
Cuchulainn, the valiant.
Great my shame:
My own children
who sold their mother.
Great my pain:
My irreconcilable enemy
who harrasses me continually.
Great my sorrow
That crowd,
in whom I placed my trust,
died.
I am Ireland:
I am lonelier than
the old woman of Beare.
Mise Éire:
Sine mé ná
an Chailleach Bhéarra
Mór mo ghlóir:
Mé a rug
Cú Chulainn cróga.
Mór mo náir:
Mo chlann féin
a dhíol a máthair.
Mór mo phian:
Bithnaimhde
do mo shíorchiapadh.
Mór mo bhrón:
D’éag an dream
inar chuireas
dóchas.
Mise Éire:
Uaigní mé ná
an Chailleach Bhéarra.

NOTE
1) “Just Speak Your Language”
2) Cailleach Bheara cailleach= “veiled one” she is an ancient goddess also revered in Scotland and the Isle of Man. She is associated with Winter, and the creation of the landscape – in particular the cliffs – and with the stone burial mounds. In the aisling song, Ireland is represented as a girl with the appearance of a goddess, but already in the eighteenth-century song Caitilín Ní Uallacháin Ireland is compared to a “poor old woman” (Sean-Bhean bhocht) Ms. Katty Hualloghan – Cathleen or Kathleen Nì Houlihan-, owner of four green fields (ie the four provinces where Ireland is traditionally divided).

 

https://terreceltiche.altervista.org/roisin-dubh/

https://terreceltiche.altervista.org/caitilin-ni-uallachain/

FONTI
https://www.theballadeers.com/ire/oriad_m2006_mise.htm
https://aliisaacstoryteller.com/2017/06/12/who-was-the-old-woman-of-beare/
http://ifi.ie/film/mise-eire/
http://www.itastreaming.online/film/19383-mise-%C3%89ire-1959-streaming-subita.html
http://www.irishpage.com/poems/miseeire.htm
https://quinteparallele.net/2017/03/20/ceol-na-heireann-musiche-classiche-dirlanda-in-sean-o-riada/

Mise Éire – I am Ireland

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Patrick Henry Pearse (Pádraic Mac Piarais o Pádraig Pearse) scrisse una breve poesia in gaelico irlandese sull’Irlanda afflitta, era il 1912 e la Rivolta di Pasqua era nell’aria. Sarà Pearse a leggere il proclama della Repubblica Irlandese sui gradini dell’Ufficio postale occupato dai ribelli. La sua morte insieme a quella dei suoi compagni in quella Pasqua di Sangue del 1916 darà il via alla guerra d’Indipendenza irlandese (1919-1921)

Nel 1959 George Morrison realizzò un film-documentario sulla fondazione della Repubblica d’Irlanda e, richiamandosi alla poesia di Pearse, lo intitolò  “Mise Éire”: il suo fu un lungo lavoro di ricerca e catalogazione dai cinegiornali, filmati d’epoca, foto di personaggi chiave come Pádraig Pearse, James Connolly, Éamon de Valera e Michael Collins, volto a restituire attraverso il rimontaggio del materiale d’archivio, un periodo storico cruciale per l’indipendenza irlandese che va dal 1896 al 1918, un ventennio che vide la fioritura del nazionalismo irlandese sia politico che culturale, la  Gaelic League e la Gaelic Athletics Association, l’Abbey Theatre di WB Yeats e Lady Gregory e si conclude con la vittoria elettorale del partito Sinn Féin.

LA COLONNA SONORA

La colonna sonora orchestale (per la prima volta abbinata a un lungometraggio irlandese) fu affidata a Seán Ó Riada il quale arrangiò con piglio classicheggiante la musica tradizionale irlandese e i canti sean-nós (‘stile antico’).
Sicuramente a dare pathos al documentario ha contribuito molto la colonna sonora di Ó Riada che  tra le tante melodie tradizionali rielaborò anche “Róisín Dubh” ribattezzata con il titolo di “Mise Éire” come title track.
Róisín Dubh (= little black rose) è  Rosalinda, una fanciulla dal nome di Piccola Rosa, l’allegoria dell’Irlanda, una parola in codice coniata alla fine del Cinquecento/inizi Seicento per identificare l’Irlanda con una Rosa Nera,  contrapposta idealmente alla Rosa Rossa della Casata Tudor (la rosa dei Lancaster).
The Irish Radio Orchestra

Ma la poesia di Pearse era rimasta sullo sfondo pur avendo fatto centro con il titolo, sarà  Patrick Cassidy (oramai acclamato compositore di colonne sonore per film di grande successo) in occasione del centenario della Rivolta di Pasqua a scrivere appositamente la musica per la poesia Mise Éire,  messa in scena per  RTÉ ONE con RTÉ Concert Orchestra  e la voce di Sibéal Ní Chasaide.

Sibéal Ní Chasaide live (anche in “1916 The Irish Rebellion”, 2016)

Mise Éire:
Sine mé ná an Chailleach Bhéarra
Mór mo ghlóir:
Mé a rug Cú Chulainn cróga.
Mór mo náir:
Mo chlann féin a dhíol a máthair.
Mór mo phian:
Bithnaimhde do mo shíorchiapadh.
Mór mo bhrón:
D’éag an dream inar chuireas dóchas.
Mise Éire:
Uaigní mé ná an Chailleach Bhéarra.


I am Ireland:
I am older than
the old woman of Beare.
Great my glory:
I that bore
Cuchulainn, the valiant.
Great my shame:
My own children
who sold their mother.
Great my pain:
My irreconcilable enemy
who harrasses me continually…
Great my sorrow
That crowd,
in whom I placed my trust,
died.
I am Ireland:
I am lonelier
than the old woman of Beare.
Traduzione italiana Cattia Salto
Il mio nome è Irlanda (1):
sono più vecchia
della Velata di Beara (2)
Grande la mia gloria:
io che ho partorito
Cuchulainn, il coraggioso.
Grande la mia vergogna:
i miei stessi figli
che hanno venduto la loro madre.
Grande il mio dolore:
il mio inconciliabile nemico
che mi opprime continuamente
Grande la mia tristezza:
quel popolo,
in cui riposi la mia fiducia,
è morto.
Il mio nome è Irlanda:
sono più sola
della Velata di Beara

NOTE
1) l’Irlanda è la sua lingua, “Just Speak Your Language”, quella dei vecchi antenati il gaelico irlandese
2) Cailleach Bheara cailleach= “la velata” è un’antica dea dell’inverno venerata anche in Scozia e nell’Isola di Man. E’ collegata con le pietre e la conformazione rocciosa del paesaggio -in particolare le scogliere- e con i tumuli funerari a pietra.
Nelle aisling song l’Irlanda viene rappresentata come una fanciulla dalle sembianze di dea, ma già nel canto settecentesco Caitilín Ní Uallacháin l’Irlanda è paragonata a una  “povera vecchia” (la Sean-Bhean bhocht) la signora Katty Hualloghan – Cathleen o Kathleen Nì Houlihan-,  padrona di quattro campi verdi (cioè le quattro province in cui è divisa per tradizione l’Irlanda).  Il nome è anche il titolo di una opera teatrale di W.B. Yeats e Lady Augusta Gregory ambientata nel 1798.

 

RÓISÍN DUBH

CAITILIN NI UALLACHAIN

FONTI
https://www.theballadeers.com/ire/oriad_m2006_mise.htm
http://www.ilcerchiodellaluna.it/central_Dee_Cailleach.htm
https://aliisaacstoryteller.com/2017/06/12/who-was-the-old-woman-of-beare/
http://www.lasoffittadellestreghe.it/shoponline/cailleach-dea-dellinverno/
http://ifi.ie/film/mise-eire/
http://www.itastreaming.online/film/19383-mise-%C3%89ire-1959-streaming-subita.html
http://www.irishpage.com/poems/miseeire.htm
https://quinteparallele.net/2017/03/20/ceol-na-heireann-musiche-classiche-dirlanda-in-sean-o-riada/

TO YOUTH (MY SWEET ROISIN DUBH)

Alla Rosa Nera d’Irlanda -contrapposta idealmente alla Rosa Rossa della Casata Tudor (la rosa dei Lancaster)- sono dedicate un paio di canzoni, la prima scritta da un bardo del XVI/XVII secolo in gaelico irlandese (vedi), e le altre scritte da giovani  irlandesi negli anni 70-80 : qui si esamina la canzone di protesta/speranza dal titolo “To Youth” dei Flogging Molly, il gruppo celtic punk con base Los Angeles.
Róisín Dubh (= little black rose) è  Rosalinda, una fanciulla dal nome di Piccola Rosa, l’allegoria dell’Irlanda, una parola in codice coniata alla fine del Cinquecento/inizi Seicento: la rosa nera era un tempo una rosa di un colore rosso cupo, molto scuro, la rosa gotica per eccellenza associa alla morte. E tuttavia nel linguaggio dei fiori ottocentesco presenta molteplici significati: è sia la fine che l’inizio di un drastico cambiamento, una rinascita. Rose rosso cupo sono il dolore di una tragica storia d’amore. E così l’amore per la propria terra è profondo e tenace; è un amore che richiede il sacrificio.
Questo però è il canto dell’emigrante che lascia l’Irlanda intossicata dalla povertà e dalle lotte fratricide.

ASCOLTA Flogging Molly in Within a Mile of Home (2004)


I
Tell me why must a man be of service
To his lord
and the gods seldom high
From the grave sprang the name of our fathers
But there’s no glint in a dead man’s eye
Tell me why our fields filled with hunger
And fruitless the crop bittered soil
So I say my farewell to a nation
As the leaf waves goodbye to its sun
So it’s to youth I sing you this story
And it’s of youth I sing it now
Like the train that derailed without warning
I must leave what I left far behind
So goodbye sweet Roisin Dubh
I say goodbye
II
Tell me why must our peace be this puzzle
That fractures the land splinters war
The last nail sank the shame on our coffin
But in the end we must all die alone
III
And the bark fell from tree
To the ground that now bleeds
On the anguish that never learnt to shout
When the clash of the drum will surrender the gun
And of this sadness we shall no longer speak
IV
Until tank and the bomb are but all forgotten songs
That’s when I and we will sing again
So goodbye to my love
My sweet Roisin Dubh
Goodbye now until we meet again
V
Tell me why must our grief still be grieving
For a language that never spoke it’s loss
But this tongue spit with fire will tear down the barbwire
And rip the belly from the waxy ghost
VI
Until we meet again
She’ll rise to beautify
But slumber now must rest
O’ my Roisin Dubh
I’ll forever love
The youth you once possessed
Traduzione italiano di Cattia Salto
I
Dimmi perchè un uomo deve servire il suo Signore
e (perchè) gli Dei di rado grandi
dalla tomba accrescono (1) il nome dei nostri padri, ma non c’è vitalità nell’occhio di un uomo morto;
dimmi perché le nostre terre (sono) in preda alla fame ed (è) sterile il terreno di una coltivazione avvelenata.
Così dico addio alla nazione
come la foglia saluta il suo sole.
Eppure è della gioventù che vi canto questa storia ed è tra i giovani che la canto ora, come il treno deragliato senza
preavviso,
devo lasciare alle spalle quello che  è rimasto, così addio soave Rosa Nera
ti dico addio.
II
Dimmi perché la nostra pace deve essere questo enigma,
che spacca la terra nella guerriglia,
l’ultimo chiodo sigilla la vergogna sulla nostra bara
ma alla fine si muore sempre soli.
III
E il ramo caduto dall’albero
alla terra che adesso sanguina,
con l’angoscia che non ha mai imparato a gridare,
quando il clangore del tamburo rinuncerà  al fucile
e di questa tristezza non dovremo più parlare
IV
Finchè carrarmati e bombe non sono che canzoni dimenticate, questo è quando noi canteremo di nuovo,
così addio al mio amore,
mia fragrante Rosa Nera
addio fino al prossimo incontro.
V
Dimmi perché il nostro dolore deve essere ancora in lutto,
perchè si è persa una lingua che non ha mai parlato;
ma questa lingua sputata dal fuoco
abbatterà il filo spinato e strapperà il ventre al cereo fantasma
VI
Al nostro prossimo incontro
lei risorgerà nella bellezza
ma ora riposiamo nel sonno,
della mia Rosa Nera
amerò per sempre
la gioventù che un tempo aveva.

NOTE
1) to spring usato nel significato di crescere, aumentare o estendersi in altezza o lunghezza, raggiungere una certa altezza; evidente gioco di parole

FONTI
http://dreamsandsongstosing.blogspot.it/2011/08/within-mile-from-home-flogging-molly.html

Bells Over Belfast

The Irish Rovers, gruppo di musica irlandese stanziato in Canada (Toronto, Ontario), sono attivi dal 1963. Nella loro lunga carriera hanno prodotto due christmas album Merry Merry Time Of Year (2016) e Songs of Christmas (1999) da cui proviene la “Bells over Belfast” composta da George Millar, già fondatore del gruppo e originario di Ballymeana (Irlanda del Nord) uno dei centri più colpiti dal conflitto nord-irlandese.

GLI ACCORDI DI BELFAST DEL 1998

Sottoscritti nel 1998 dalla maggioranza dei partiti nordirlandesi, dal governo britannico e della repubblica Irlandese, legittimati da un referendum popolare che si è espresso in modo favorevole, gli accordi di pace mettono alla base la parità tra le due parti della popolazione (protestanti scozzesi-inglesi e cattolici irlandesi) per garantirne la partecipazione al governo tramite i rispettivi rappresentanti politici. Ribadita la divisione tra le due Irlande si è puntato tutto sulla garanzia dei diritti civili, libertà e pari dignità per tutti.


I
The Antrim hills (1) are dark and still
and the snow is tumbling down
This Christmas time there’s hope again
for all in Belfast Town
With love and understanding
we’ll find a better way
The gift of peace (2) is ours now
upon this Christmas day
CHORUS
Bells over Belfast
How merrily they play
Peace and joy be with you
On this Christmas day
II
A star of light, it filled the night,
many years ago
When the Magi found the blessed Child
who set our hearts aglow
And since that day of wonder
will live forever more
We hail the newborn King of kings
who opened the heavens’ door
III
We’ll dance and sing the new year
in a share a cup of cheer
And drink to health and happiness
throughout the coming year
We’ll put our differences aside,
our troubles (3) all behind
And drink a cup of kindness
yet for days of auld lang syne (4)
Traduzione italiano di Cattia Salto
I
Le colline di Antrim sono buie e silenziose, la neve cade giù
questo Natale ci sarà nuovamente speranza per tutti nella città di Belfast.
Con l’amore e la comprensione
troveremo un modo migliore
il dono della pace è con noi
in questo giorno di Natale
Coro
Campane su Belfast
che suonano festose
pace e amore siano con voi
in questo giorno di Natale
II
Una stella di luce, riempì la notte
tanti anni fa
quando i Magi trovarono il bambinello benedetto
per cui ardono i nostri cuori
e da quel giorno meraviglioso
vivrà in eterno,
salutiamo il neonato Re dei Re
che aprì le porte dei Cieli
III
Danzeremo e canteremo al nuovo anno, condividendo una coppa di allegria e berremo alla salute e alla felicità per l’anno a venire.
Metteremo da parte le nostre differenze
ci lasceremo alle spalle i conflitti
e berremo una coppa di tenerezza
ancora per i bei tempi andati

NOTE
1) I Glens of Antrim, chiamati anche semplicemente Glens, formano una regione dell’Antrim, contea settentrionale dell’Irlanda del Nord, composta da nove glen, ovvero particolari vallate strette e profonde che raggiungono il mare (da Wikipedia)
2) sono gli accordi di pace di Belfast, 1998
3) “The Troubles” (in italiano “i disordini”) è la “guerra a bassa densità” che ebbe luogo tra i cattolici e i protestanti del Nord Irlanda tra il 1969 e il 1998 ovvero un coacervo di violenza e sordi rancori, di marce per la pace e bombe. (continua)
4) A Capodanno il canto più diffuso nelle case scozzesi è Auld Lagn Syne, una canzone cantata in tutto il mondo nelle più svariate occasioni. (continua)

FONTI
http://theirishroversmusic.com/
http://www.dehoniane.it:9080/komodo/trunk/webapp/web/files/riviste/archivio/01/199810299a.htm