Bean (Moll) Dubh a’ Ghleanna è un canto in gaelico irlandese popolare in tutta l’Irlanda come love song, John O’Daly che la pubblicò nel suo “The poets and poetry of Munster” (Dublino, 1849), la attribuì allo spadaccino-poeta Éamonn an Chnoic (‘Ned of the Hills’) (vedi): una canzone d’amore dedicata a Molly la brunetta della valle.
LA MELODIA: UNA SLOW AIR
La melodia è una dolce e malinconica slow air: Edward Bunting included a version of the melody in A general collection of the ancient Irish music (London, 1796), 22. Thomas Moore based his song ‘Go Where Glory Waits Thee’ on Bunting’s ‘Bean Dubh an Ghleanna’ or ‘The Maid of the Valley’. George Petrie found fault with Bunting’s setting and felt compelled to print his own setting of the air which can be examined in David Cooper, The Petrie collection of the ancient music of Ireland (Cork, 2002), 239-41 (tratto da qui)
ASCOLTA Ernst Stolz
ASOLTA Aly Bain, Jay Ungar & Cathal McConnel da the Trans-Atlantic sessions.
ASCOLTA Altan in The Red Crow, 1990
Tá ba agam ar shliabh s níl duine gam na ndiadh
Ach mé do mo bhuaidhreadh leofa
Bí odh idir mise is Dia más orthu tá mo thriall
Is bhain siad mo chiall go mór uaim
curfa:
‘Sí Moll Dubh (1) a’ Ghleanna í
‘Sí Moll Dubh an Earraigh í
‘Sí Moll Dubh is deirge ná’n rósa
‘S dá bhfaighinnse féin mo roghainn
De mhná óga deasa ‘n domhain
‘Sí Moll Dubh a’ Ghleanna ab fhearr liom
II
Mise bheith gan mhaoi
Feasta choíche ní bhim
Is Moll dubh bheith i dtús a h-óige
Och, is fann guth an éin
A labhras leis féin
Ar thulaigh nó ar thaobh na mónadh
III
Is ag Moll dubh a’ ghleanna
Tá mo chroí-se i dtaiscí
‘S í nach bhfuair guth na náire
Is go céillí, múinte, cneasta
A dúirt sí liom ar maidin
“Ó imigh uaim ‘s nach pill go brách orm”
IV
Níl’n óganach geanúil
Ó Bhaile Átha Cliath go Gaillimh
Is timpeall go h-Umhaill Uí Mháinnle
Nach bhfuil a dtriall uilig ‘na ghleanna
Ar eacraidh slime sleamhainne
I ndúil leis an bhean dubh a b ‘áille
I I hear cattle on the hill with no one there to tend them And for them I am deeply worried Between myself and God, to them I take the trail/For they have taken my senses from me CHORUS She’s Moll Dubh of the valley She’s Moll Dubh of spring She’s Moll Dubh, more ruddy than the red rose And if I had to choose From the young maids of the world Moll Dubh a’ Ghleanna would be my fancy II Me without a wife I won’t be all my life And Moll Dubh in youth just blooming Lifeless the song of the bird That sings alone On a mound by the edge of the moorland III The Dark Molly of the glen Has my heart in her keeping She never had reproach or shame So mannerly and honestly She said to me this morning “Depart from me and do not come again” IV There’s not a handsome youth From Dublin down to Galway And around by ‘Umhail Uí Mháinnle’ That’s not heading for the glen On steeds so sleek and slim Hoping to win the dark maid’s affection |
Tradotto da Cattia Salto I Sento le mucche sulla collina e nessuno che le accudisce, e per quelle sono tanto preoccupato dentro di me e Dio prendo il sentiero nella loro direzione perchè ho perso il senno per loro CORO E’ Molly la brunetta della valle Molly la brunetta della primavera Molly Dubh più rubiconda di una rosa rossa e se dovessi scegliere tra le giovani fanciulle del paese Molly Dudh della valle sarà la mia fidanzata II Io senza moglie per tutta la vita non voglio stare e Molly Dubh nella giovinezza sta sbocciando, senza vita (è) il canto dell’uccello che canta solitario su un tumulo al confine della brughiera III Molly la brunetta della valle è la custode del mio cuore non mi ha mai rimproverato o disonorato, così di buone maniere e onesta, ma disse a me questa mattina “Vattene da me e non ritornare di nuovo” IV Non c’è un bel ragazzo da Dublino a Galway e per ‘Umhail Uí Mháinnle’ che non stia andando nella valle su destrieri così agili e slanciati nella speranza di ottenere l’affetto della fanciulla mora |
ASCOLTA Emer Kenny in Parting Glass 2004
I
Ta bo agam ar shliabh,
‘s is fada me na diadh
o’ chaill me mo chiall
le nochair
a seoladh soir is siar
Ins gach ait da dteann an ghrian
No go bhfilleann si ar ais trathnona
II
Si Moll Dubh a Ghleann i
‘S si Moll Dubh an earraigh i
Si Moll Dubh is deirge
Na na rosa
‘S da bhfaighinnse fein mo rogha
De mhna oga deas an domhain
Si Moll Dubh a Ghleann
Ab fhearr liom
III
Nuair a braithnionn fein anon
Ins an ait a mbionn mo run
Sileann o mo shuil
Sruth deora
‘S a Ri ghil na nDul
Dean fuascailt ar mo chuis
Mar si bean dubh an nGleann
A bhreoigh me
| Traduzione inglese I I have a cow on the hillside, and I’m a long while following her, until I’ve lost my senses with a spouse; driving her east and west, wherever the sun goes, until she returns in the evening. II She is dark Moll of the glen, she is dark Moll of the steed Dark woman more red than roses Oh if I could but choose just one precious bloom My dark Moll of the glen, I’d choose you III When I look across to the place where my love lives, my eyes fill with tears; Bright King of the Elements, resolve my predicament: the dark woman of the glen has destroyed me. |
Tradotto da Cattia Salto I Ho una mucca sulla collina e da molto tempo l’accudisco fino a quando ho perso la ragione per una sposa; e la guidavo a est e a ovest fino al calar del sole quando ritornava a sera II E’ Molly la brunetta della valle Molly la brunetta del destriero la donna mora più rubiconda di una rosa e se dovessi scegliere solo un prezioso bocciolo Molly mia brunetta della valle, sceglierei te III Quando guardo verso il luogo dove vive il mio amore i miei occhi si riempiono di lacrime Re luminoso degli Elementi aiutami: la brunetta della valle mi ha distrutto (1) |
NOTE
* per la fonetica qui
1) nel Donegal Moll non è una bella ragazza dai capelli neri ma il whiskey illegale
ASCOLTA Dolores Keane in Sail Óg Rua , 1983
FONTI
https://thesession.org/tunes/13358
http://www.joeheaney.org/en/bean-dubh-an-ghleanna/
http://songsinirish.com/mal-dubh-an-ghleanna-lyrics/
http://www.irishpage.com/songs/molldubh.htm
http://www.cathieryan.com/lyrics/dark-moll-of-the-glen-moll-dubh-a-ghleanna/
https://www.doegen.ie/ga/LA_1072d2
http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=45577
http://www.macsuibhne.com/amhran/teacs/257.htm
