Fear a’ bhàta

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“Fear a ‘bhata” is a Scottish Gaelic song probably from the end of the 18th century and the legend (an anecdotal addition to the nineteenth century versions printed) says it was written by Sine NicFhionnlaigh (Jean Finlayson) of Tong, a small village on the Isle of Lewis (Hebrides) for a young Uig fisherman, Domhnall MacRath (Donald MacRae) who eventually married.
‘Fear’ translates as “man” and “Bhata” with “boat”: the man of the boat, or the boatman. Also written as Fear A Bhata, Fear Ah Bhata, Fhear A Bhata, Fhear Ni Bhata, Fhir A’ Bhata, Fir Na Fhata, O(h) My Boatman.

Homer Winslow
Homer Winslow

The song appears first published in The Scottish Gael byJames Logan, 1831 (with its score) in which it is classified as a slow and an iorram (the song to the oars that had the function of giving rhythm to the rowers, but at the same time it was also a funeral lament). “Fhir a bhata, or the boatmen, the music of which is annexed, is sung in the above manner, by the Highlanders with much effect. It is the song of a girl whose lover is at sea, whose safety she prays for, and whose return she anxiously expects.

The melody is a lament, sometimes played as a waltz (in instrumental versions) that lends itself to delicate and smooth arrangements

Maire Breatnach on fiddle (live at Dougie MacLean‘ s house)

There are many text versions of the song composed of about ten verses although in the most current recordings only the first three stanzas are sung mostly.

For the full text see

Scottish gaelic version

The girl is waiting for a visit of the handsome boatman who seems instead to prefer other girls! But she waits for him and frowns worried about the health of her handsome boatman.

Capercaillie from Get Out 1996

Superb and masterly recording a voice and the waves of the sea
 Talitha Mackenzie from “A Celtic Tapestry” vol. 2 1997

Alison Helzer  from Carolan’s Welcome, 2010.



English translation
Chorus:
Oh my boatman, na hóro eile
Oh my boatman, na hóro eile
Oh my boatman, na hóro eile
My farewell to you wherever you go
I
I often look from the highest hill
To try and see the boatman
Will you come today or tomorrow If you don’t come at all I will be downhearted
II
My heart is broken and bruised
With tears often flowing from my eyes
Will you come tonight or will I expect you
Or will I close the door with a sad sigh?
III
I often ask people on boats
Whether they see you or whether you are safe,
Each of them says
That I was foolish to fall in love with you.

Scottish Gaelic
Séist:
Fhir a’ bhàta, sna hóro eile
Fhir a’ bhàta, sna hóro eile
Fhir a’ bhàta, sna hóro eile
Mo shoraidh slàn leat ‘s gach àit’ an tèid thu
I
‘S tric mi sealltainn on chnoc as àirde
Dh’fheuch am faic mi fear a’ bhàta
An tig thu ‘n-diugh no ‘n tig thu màireach
‘S mur tig thu idir gur truagh a tha mi
II
Tha mo chridhe-sa briste brùite
‘S tric na deòir a’ ruith o m’ shùilean
An tig thu ‘n nochd no ‘m bi mo dhùil riut
No ‘n dùin mi ‘n doras le osna thùrsaich?
III
‘S tric mi foighneachd de luchd nam bàta
Am faic iad thu no ‘m bheil   thu sàbhailt
Ach ‘s ann a tha gach aon dhiubh ‘g ràitinn
Gur gòrach mise, ma thug mi  gràdh dhut

Irish Gaelic version

The Irish version appears for the first time in print in the Sam Henry collection entitled ‘Songs of the People‘. The songs were collected within 20 miles of Coleraine (Northern Ireland) from 1929 to 1939. It is an Irish Gaelic coming from Rathlin Island and more generally  widespread in Ulster, therefore with much resemblance to the Scottish Gaelic.

Niamh Parsons live and from Gaelic Voices 1999 (I, II, IV, V)

And why not! Let’s listen to this celtic-metal version of the German group founded by Ben Richter in 2001!
Thanateros ( I, II, V)

 

 

English translation (from here)
Chorus:
O Boatman and another “horo”! [i.e. welcome] /A hundred thousand welcomes everywhere you go
I
I went up on the highest hill
To see if I could see the boatman
Will you come tonight or will you come tomorrow?
If you do not come, I will be wretched
II
My heart is broken and crushed.
Frequent are the tears that run from my eyes. /Will you come today or when I’m longing for you, /Or shall I close the door with a tired sigh?
III
I gave you my love, and I cannot change that.
Not love for a year, and not just words of love,
But love from the beginning, when I was a child, /And I will never cease, even when my death bell tolls.
IV
My love promised me a dress of silk
He promised me that and a gray tartan
A gold ring where I’d see my reflection
But I’m afraid he has forgotten
IV
My heart is lifting
Not for the tailor or the harper
But for the navigator of the boat
If you don’t come, I’ll be very sad
Irish Gaelic (from here)
Chorus:
Fhir an bháta ‘sna hóró éile (1)
Fhir an bháta ‘sna hóró éile
Fhir an bháta ‘sna hóró éile
Ceád mile failte gach ait a te tú (2)
I
Théid mé suas ar an chnoic is airde,
Féach an bhfeic mé fear an bháta.
An dtig thú anoch nó an dtig thú amárach?
Nó muna dtig thú idir is trua atá mé.
II
Tá mo chroí-se briste brúite.
Is tric na deora a rith bho mo shúileann.
An dtig thú inniu nó am bidh mé dúil leat,
Nó an druid mé an doras le osna thuirseach?
III
Thúg mé gaol duit is chan fhéad mé ‘athrú.
Cha gaol bliana is cha gaol raithe.
Ach gaol ó thoiseacht nuair bha mé ‘mo pháiste,
Is nach seasc a choíche me ‘gus claoibh’ am bás mé.
IV
Gheall mo leanann domh gúna den tsioda
Gheall é sin, agus breacan riabhach
Fainne óir anns an bhfeicfinn íomha
Ach is eagal liom go ndearn sé dearmad
V
Tá mo croíse ag dul in airde
Chan don fidleir, chan don clairsoir
Ach do Stuirithoir an bhata
Is muna dtig tú abhaile is trua atá mé

NOTES
1) basically a non-sense phrase that some want to translate “and no one else” ie as “mine and no other”
2) or “mo shoraidh slán leat gach áit a dté tú”

My Boatman (english version)

LINK
http://www.bbc.co.uk/alba/foghlam/beag_air_bheag/songs/
song_03/index.shtml

http://www.celticartscenter.com/Songs/Scottish/FearABhata.html
http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=121195
http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=2463
http://www.celticlyricscorner.net/compilations/fear.htm
http://www.celticlyricscorner.net/capercaillie/fear.htm
http://thesession.org/tunes/8919
http://blueloulogan.wordpress.com/2012/10/15/songs-of-logan-6-fear-a-bhata-the-boatman/

Outlander: Gradh Geal Mo Chridhe

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In the “Outlander” book  Diana Gabaldon narrates the journey through time of Claire Randall who, crossing a circle of stones near Inverness (Scotland), is magically catapulted two hundred years back in the mid-eighteenth century. Runned into some highlanders, she is taken to Castel Leoch  to meet the chief clan, Colum McKenzie.

In the evening entertainment the Welsh bard Gwyllyn (Gillebrìde MacMillan)performs two song “The Woman of Balnain” and “Gradh Geal Mo Chridhe” (Fair love of my Heart)  a scottish slow air in which a man is heartbroken after being forsaken by the girl he loves, rearranged  by Marjorie Kennedy-Fraser as Eriskay Love Lilt  because she listened the gaelic song at Eriskay.

Bheir mi o hua ho,  the original version 
Contributors – Marion MacInnes  from Tobar Dualchais
Summary – This is a love song in which a man remembers how he used to meet the girl he loved. His love for her has made him very sad. He is not yet married but hopes he will be. He promises that he will work hard, so that the couple can have what they need. Permission from her family is needed, but her agreement is more important than anything else.
 

Ishbel MacAskill in Sioda 1994 (II, IV, V, VI)
Alison Helzer & Tonn Nua in Carolan’s Welcome,  2010 ( I, IV, V)

English translation
Chorus:
Bheir mi ò hu ò hò
Bheir mi ò hu ò hò
Bheir mi ò hu ò hò
I am sad and you are not with me
I
Many nights wet and cold
I took a trip all by myself
Until I reached the place
Where was my heart’s fair love
II
When I went to the glen
My heart was enthralled
Since you did not give me your hand
I thought you wouldn’t leave me
III
There’s no music in my harp
My fingers knew naught but pain,
Then your kiss, made me wounded
Brought song to my life again.
IV
I would plow for you and reap
I’d support you and you’d want for nothing
I would take from the hard gravel
A living for my love
V
Although we are not yet married
I hope we will be
As long as there is strength in my two fists
We will want for nothing
VI
You left my eye tearful
You left my heart broken
You left me with a sickly pallor
My hair is thinned
Scottish gaelic
Sèist:
Bheir mi ò hu ò hò
Bheir mi ò hu ò hì
Bheir mi ò hu ò hò
‘S mi fo bhròn ‘s tu gam dhìth
I
‘S iomadh oidhche fliuch is fuar,
Ghabh mi cuairt is mi leam fhìn;
Gus an d’ ràinig mi an t-àite
Far robh gràdh geal mo chridh’.
II
‘N àm bhith cromadh ris a’ghleann
Thàinig snaidhm air mo chridh’
Bho nach d’thug thu dhomh do làmh
‘S mi’n dùil nach fhàgadh tu mi
III
Na mo chlàrsach cha robh ceòl,
Na mo mheòirean cha robh àgh,
Rinn do phòg-sa mo leòn,
Fhuair mi eòlas air dàn.
IV
Dhèanainn treabhadh dhuit is buan
Chumainn suas thu gun dìth
Bheirinn as a’ ghreabhal chruaidh
Do mo luaidh teachd an tìr
V
Ged nach eil sinn fhathast pòsd’
Tha mi’n dòchas gum bi
Fhad’ ‘s a mhaireas mo dhà dhòrn
Cha bhith lòn oirnn a dhìth
VI
Dh’fhàg thu sìlteach mo shùil
Dh’fhàg thu tùrsach mo chridh’
Dh’fhàg thu tana-glas mo shnuadh
‘S thug thu ghruag bhàrr mo chìnn

IRISH VERSION

The Irish version of the song is from Rathlin Island, a transposition from the Scottish Gaelic

Condon O’ Connor

english translation Kay McCarthy
Carry me over Oro van O 
Carry me over Oro van O
Carry me over
I’m  miserable and missing you.
II
Many a night both wet and cold
I wandered by myself
Until I came to this place
Wherein dwelt the love of my heart
II
In my   harp there was no music
In my fingers there was no power
Until you announced your intention
And I got to know my destiny
Irish gaelic
Bheir mí ó, óró bhean ó
Bheir mí ó, óró bhean í,
Bheir mí óró óhó,
Tá mé brónach, ‘s tú im’ dhíth.
I
‘S iomaí oíche fliuch is fuar
Thug mé cuairt is mé liom féin,
Nó go ráinig mé san áit
Mar a raibh stór gheal mo chléibh.
II
I mo chláirseach ní raibh ceol,
I mo mheoraigh ní raibh brí,
Nó gur luaigh tú do rún,
‘S d’fhuair mé eolas ar mo dhán.

LINK
http://www.celticlyricscorner.net/cormack/gradh.htm
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=31628
http://ingeb.org/songs/vairmeor.html
http://www.celticlyricscorner.net/macaskill/gradh.htm

Fear a’ bhàta, la canzone al barcaiolo

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“Fear a’ bhàta” è una canzone in gaelico scozzese probabilmente di fine ‘700 e la leggenda (un’aggiunta aneddotica alle versioni ottocentesche andate in stampa) dice che sia stata scritta da Sine NicFhionnlaigh (Jean Finlayson) di Tong piccolo villaggio sull’Isola di Lewis (Ebridi) per un giovane pescatore di Uig, Domhnall MacRath (Donald MacRae) che ha alla fine sposato.
Fear’ si traduce con “man” e ‘Bhàta’ con “boat”: l’uomo della barca, ovvero il barcaiolo. Anche scritto come Fear A Bhata, Fear Ah Bhata, Fhear A Bhata, Fhear Ni Bhata, Fhir A’ Bhata, Fir Na Fhata, O(h) My Boatman.

Homer Winslow
Homer Winslow

La canzone appare pubblicata la prima volta in The Scottish Gael di James Logan, 1831 (con relativa partitura) in cui viene classificata come un’aria lenta e uno iorram (il canto ai remi che aveva la funzione di dare il ritmo ai vogatori, ma nello stesso tempo era anche un lamento funebre). “Fhir a bhata, o il barcaiolo, la cui partitura e allegata, è cantata nella maniera di cui sopra dagli Scozzesi delle montagne con molto effetto. È il canto di una ragazza il cui innamorato è in mare, di cui prega per la sua sicurezza, e il cui ritorno aspetta con ansia.

La melodia è un lament, talvolta suonato come valzer (nelle versioni strumentali) che si presta ad arrangiamenti delicati e sospesi

Maire Breatnach al violino (registrata live nel portico della casa di Dougie MacLean)

Si conoscono molte versioni testuali del canto composto da una decina di strofe anche se nelle registrazioni più attuali vengono cantate per lo più solo le prime tre strofe.

Per il testo completo vedi

VERSIONE GAELICO SCOZZESE

La ragazza è in attesa di una visita del bel barcaiolo che sembra invece preferire altre fanciulle! Ma lei lo aspetta e si strugge preoccupata per la salute del suo bel barcaiolo.

Capercaillie in Get Out 1996

Superba e magistrale con la sola voce e le onde del mare:
 Talitha Mackenzie in “A Celtic Tapestry” vol. 2 1997

Alison Helzer  in Carolan’s Welcome, 2010.


Gaelico scozzese
Séist:
Fhir a’ bhàta, sna hóro eile
Fhir a’ bhàta, sna hóro eile
Fhir a’ bhàta, sna hóro eile
Mo shoraidh slàn leat ‘s gach àit’ an tèid thu
I
‘S tric mi sealltainn on chnoc as àirde
Dh’fheuch am faic mi fear a’ bhàta
An tig thu ‘n-diugh no ‘n tig thu màireach
‘S mur tig thu idir gur truagh a tha mi
II
Tha mo chridhe-sa briste brùite
‘S tric na deòir a’ ruith o m’ shùilean
An tig thu ‘n nochd no ‘m bi mo dhùil riut
No ‘n dùin mi ‘n doras le osna thùrsaich?
III
‘S tric mi foighneachd de luchd nam bàta
Am faic iad thu no ‘m bheil   thu sàbhailt
Ach ‘s ann a tha gach aon dhiubh ‘g ràitinn
Gur gòrach mise, ma thug mi  gràdh dhut


Traduzione inglese
Chorus:
Oh my boatman, na hóro eile
My farewell to you wherever you go
I
I often look from the highest hill
To try and see the boatman
Will you come today or tomorrow If you don’t come at all I will be downhearted
II
My heart is broken and bruised
With tears often flowing from my eyes
Will you come tonight or will I expect you/Or will I close the door with a sad sigh?
III
I often ask people on boats
Whether they see you or whether you are safe, Each of them says
That I was foolish to fall in love with you.

traduzione italiano Cattia Salto
Ritornello
O mio barcaiolo..(frasi non sense)
Il mio saluto a te ovunque tu vada
I
Spesso guardo dalla collina più alta
per cercare di vedere il mio barcaiolo
Verrai stasera a casa, o domani?
Sarò triste se non verrai affatto
II
Il mio cuore è spezzato, ferito
spesso le lacrime scorrono dagli occhi.
Verrai a casa stasera, e ti aspetterò alzata
o dovrò chiudere la porta sospirando tristemente?
III
Spesso chiedo ai barcaioli
se ti hanno visto, se stai bene,
ma ognuno di loro mi dice
di essere stupida ad essermi innamorata di te

VERSIONE GAELICO IRLANDESE

La versione irlandese compare per la prima volta in stampa nella raccolta di Sam Henry dal titolo ‘Songs of the People‘ i canti furono raccolti entro 20 miglia di Coleraine (Irlanda del Nord) dal 1929 al 1939. E’ un gaelico irlandese proveniente da Rathlin Island e  più in generale nell’Ulster, quindi con molta somiglianza con il gaelico scozzese

Niamh Parsons live e in Gaelic Voices 1999 (strofe I, II, IV, V)

e perchè no! Ascoltiamoci anche questa versione celtic-metal del gruppo tedesco fondato da Ben Richter nel 2001!
Thanateros (strofe I, II, V)


Gaelico Irlandese (tratto da qui)
Chorus:
Fhir an bháta ‘sna hóró éile (1)
Fhir an bháta ‘sna hóró éile
Fhir an bháta ‘sna hóró éile
Ceád mile failte gach ait a te tú (2)
I
Théid mé suas ar an chnoic is airde,
Féach an bhfeic mé fear an bháta.
An dtig thú anoch nó an dtig thú amárach?
Nó muna dtig thú idir is trua atá mé.
II
Tá mo chroí-se briste brúite.
Is tric na deora a rith bho mo shúileann.
An dtig thú inniu nó am bidh mé dúil leat,
Nó an druid mé an doras le osna thuirseach?
III
Thúg mé gaol duit is chan fhéad mé ‘athrú.
Cha gaol bliana is cha gaol raithe.
Ach gaol ó thoiseacht nuair bha mé ‘mo pháiste,
Is nach seasc a choíche me ‘gus claoibh’ am bás mé.
IV
Gheall mo leanann domh gúna den tsioda
Gheall é sin, agus breacan riabhach
Fainne óir anns an bhfeicfinn íomha
Ach is eagal liom go ndearn sé dearmad
V
Tá mo croíse ag dul in airde
Chan don fidleir, chan don clairsoir
Ach do Stuirithoir an bhata
Is muna dtig tú abhaile is trua atá mé


traduzione inglese (da qui)
Chorus:
O Boatman and another “horo”! [i.e. welcome] /A hundred thousand welcomes everywhere you go
I
I went up on the highest hill
To see if I could see the boatman
Will you come tonight or will you come tomorrow?
If you do not come, I will be wretched
II
My heart is broken and crushed.
Frequent are the tears that run from my eyes. /Will you come today or when I’m longing for you, /Or shall I close the door with a tired sigh?
III
I gave you my love, and I cannot change that.
Not love for a year, and not just words of love,
But love from the beginning, when I was a child, /And I will never cease, even when my death bell tolls.
IV
My love promised me a dress of silk
He promised me that and a gray tartan
A gold ring where I’d see my reflection
But I’m afraid he has forgotten
IV
My heart is lifting
Not for the tailor or the harper
But for the navigator of the boat
If you don’t come, I’ll be very sad

traduzione italiano Cattia Salto
ritornello
O barcaiolo benvenuto (1)
sia tu 100mila volte benvenuto ovunque tu vada
I
Sono andata sulla collina più alta
per poter vedere il barcaiolo,
verrai stanotte
o verrai domani?
Se tu non verrai sarò infelice
II
Il mio cuore è a pezzi e ammaccato
e lacrime sgorgano dai miei occhi
verrai oggi o quanto dovrò aspettarti? O chiuderò la porta con uno stanco sospiro?
III
Ti diedi il mio amore e ciò non posso cambiare, niente amore per un anno e nemmeno parole d’amore
ma l’amore c’era agli inizi, quando era una ragazzina
e non smetterò mai anche quando suonerà la mia campana
IV
Il mio amore mi promise un vestito di seta
mi promise quello e un tartan grigio
un anello d’oro dove poter vedere il riflesso
ma temo che se lo sia scordato
V
Il mio cuore è inebriato,
non per un sarto o un arpista,
ma per il barcaiolo,
e se tu non verrai sarò molto triste

NOTE
1) sostanzialmente una frase non-sense che alcuni vogliono tradurre “and no one else” cioè come “mio e di nessun altra”
2) oppure come nella versione scozzese “mo shoraidh slán leat gach áit a dté tú”

continua My Boatman (versione in inglese)

FONTI
http://www.bbc.co.uk/alba/foghlam/beag_air_bheag/songs/
song_03/index.shtml

http://www.celticartscenter.com/Songs/Scottish/FearABhata.html
http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=121195
http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=2463
http://www.celticlyricscorner.net/compilations/fear.htm
http://www.celticlyricscorner.net/capercaillie/fear.htm
http://thesession.org/tunes/8919
http://blueloulogan.wordpress.com/2012/10/15/songs-of-logan-6-fear-a-bhata-the-boatman/

Bheir Mi O aka Gradh Geal Mo Chridhe

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Nel primo libro della serie “Outlander” (in italiano La straniera) Diana Gabaldon narra del viaggio nel tempo di Claire Randall che attraversando un cerchio di pietre nei pressi di Inverness,  si ritrova magicamente catapultata duecento anni indietro nella Scozia di metà Settecento. Imbattutasi in un gruppetto di highlanders del clan McKenzie viene condotta a Castel Leoch dove conosce il capo clan Colum McKenzie.

L’intrattenimento serale ha come ospite d’onore il bardo gallese Gwyllyn con musica, canti e racconti  in particolare sui Wee Folk (il piccolo popolo, vezzeggiativo con cui sono chiamate le creature magiche del folklore scozzese) vedi

La seconda canzone cantata dal bardo s’intitola “Gradh Geal Mo Chridhe” in inglese “Fair love of my Heart” ovvero “L’amore luminoso del mio cuore“, una slow air molto intensa di origini scozzesi; è stata fatta propria anche dalla tradizione irlandese e successivamente tradotta in inglese con il titolo di Eriskay Love Lilt.
Dello stesso brano si conoscono molte varianti, ma tutte trattano dell’amore non corrisposto: un uomo è afflitto dopo essere stato abbandonato dalla donna che ama.

LA VERSIONE SCOZZESE

Questa variante è quella più realistica, legata alla dura vita dell’isola: qui l’uomo mette la forza delle proprie braccia a disposizione della donna amata, promettendole che avrà cura di lei e non le farà mai mancare nulla; ma la donna lo ha lasciato e con lei tutte le sue forze sono venute meno!

Dagli archivi di Tobar Dualchais la versione originale:
Bheir mi o hua ho

AIshbel MacAskill in Sioda 1994 (strofe II, IV, V, VI)
Alison Helzer & Tonn Nua in Carolan’s Welcome,  2010 (Strofe I, IV, V)

Gaelico Scozzese
Sèist:
Bheir mi ò hu ò hò(1)
Bheir mi ò hu ò hì
Bheir mi ò hu ò hò
‘S mi fo bhròn ‘s tu gam dhìth
I
‘S iomadh oidhche fliuch is fuar,
Ghabh mi cuairt is mi leam fhìn;
Gus an d’ ràinig mi an t-àite
Far robh gràdh geal mo chridh’.
II
‘N àm bhith cromadh ris a’ghleann
Thàinig snaidhm air mo chridh’
Bho nach d’thug thu dhomh do làmh
‘S mi’n dùil nach fhàgadh tu mi
III
Na mo chlàrsach cha robh ceòl,
Na mo mheòirean cha robh àgh,
Rinn do phòg-sa mo leòn,
Fhuair mi eòlas air dàn.
IV
Dhèanainn treabhadh dhuit is buan
Chumainn suas thu gun dìth
Bheirinn as a’ ghreabhal chruaidh
Do mo luaidh teachd an tìr
V
Ged nach eil sinn fhathast pòsd’
Tha mi’n dòchas gum bi
Fhad’ ‘s a mhaireas mo dhà dhòrn
Cha bhith lòn oirnn a dhìth
VI
Dh’fhàg thu sìlteach mo shùil
Dh’fhàg thu tùrsach mo chridh’
Dh’fhàg thu tana-glas mo shnuadh
‘S thug thu ghruag bhàrr mo chìnn
TRADUZIONE INGLESE
Chorus:
Bheir mi ò hu ò hì
I am sad and you are not with me
I
Many nights wet and cold
I took a trip all by myself
Until I reached the place
Where my heart was loved
II
When I went to the glen
My heart was enthralled
Since you did not give me your hand
I thought you wouldn’t leave me
III
There’s no music in my harp
My fingers knew naught but pain,
Then your kiss, made me wounded
Brought song to my life again.
IV
I would plow for you and reap
I’d support you and you’d want for nothing
I would take from the hard gravel(2)
A living for my love
V
Although we are not yet married
I hope we will be
As long as there is strength in my two fists
We will want for nothing
VI
You left my eye tearful
You left my heart broken
You left me with a sickly pallor
My hair is thinned
Traduzione italiana Cattia Salto
CORO
Bheir mi ò hu ò hì(1)
sono triste e ho bisogno di te.
I
Molte notti al freddo e sotto la pioggia
vagabondavo tutto solo
fin quando raggiunsi il posto
dove il mio cuore è stato amato
II
Quando andai nella valle
il cuore si è fermato,
dato che non mi concedevi la tua mano,
pensavo non mi avresti lasciato.
III
Nella mia arpa non c’è musica
Le mie dita conoscono solo il dolore
Poi il tuo bacio, che tormento
Ha riportato il canto nella mia vita 
IV
Lavorerei la terra e mieterei il raccolto per te
e ti manterrei e tu non avrai bisogno di nient’altro, spremerei dal duro sasso(2)
la vita per il mio amore.
V
Anche se non siamo ancora sposati,
spero lo diventeremo
e finchè ci sarà forza nelle mie mani
non avremo bisogno di nient’altro.
VI
Hai lasciato che i miei occhi piangessero,
che il mio cuore si spezzasse,
mi hai lasciato con un pallore malato,
i capelli si sono diradati.

NOTE
1) per lo più considerate come sillabe senza senso ovvero il tradizionale “lilting”
2) tradotto in senso letterale: vorrei prendere dal duro sasso: gravel road è una strada sterrata fatta con la ghiaia detta anche strada bianca. Gravel ha origini celtiche e sta anche per spiaggia sassosa.

LA VERSIONE IRLANDESE

Questa è la versione più accreditata in Irlanda. Qualcuno ha ipotizzato che la versione irlandese provenga da Rathlin Island, ma più in generale è molto diffusa in tutto il Nord Irlanda e il brano è chiaramente una traduzione del gaelico scozzese.
Condon O’ Connor


VERSIONE GAELICO IRLANDESE
Bheir mí ó, óró bhean ó(1),
Bheir mí ó, óró bhean í,
Bheir mí óró óhó,
Tá mé brónach, ‘s tú im’ dhíth.
I
‘S iomaí oíche fliuch is fuar
Thug mé cuairt is mé liom féin,
Nó go ráinig mé san áit
Mar a raibh stór gheal mo chléibh.
II
I mo chláirseach ní raibh ceol,
I mo mheoraigh ní raibh brí,
Nó gur luaigh tú do rún,
‘S d’fhuair mé eolas ar mo dhán.
Traduzione inglese Kay McCarthy
Chorus
Carry me over Oro van O
Carry me over Oro van O
Carry me over
I’m  miserable and missing you.
II
Many a night both wet and cold
I wandered by myself
Until I came to this place
Wherein dwelt the love of my heart
II
In my  harp there was no music
In my fingers there was no power
Until you announced your intention
And I got to know my destiny
traduzione italiana Kay McCarthy
Ritornello
Amami o donna mia,
Amami o donna mia,
Amami o donna mia,
Sono triste senza di te.
I
Molte notti, con la pioggia e con il gelo,
Ho vagato tutto solo
E mi sono sempre trovato nel luogo
Dove abita il mio tesoro.
II
Nella mia arpa non c’era musica,
Nella mia anima non c’era vita,
Fino a quando tu mi confessasti le tue intenzioni
Ed io seppi della mia sorte.

continua Eriskay LoveLilt
continua Griogal Cridhe

FONTI
http://www.celticlyricscorner.net/cormack/gradh.htm
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=31628
http://ingeb.org/songs/vairmeor.html
http://www.celticlyricscorner.net/macaskill/gradh.htm