Crodh Chailein (Colin’s cattle) a highlands milking song

Leggi in italiano

In the rural economy of the past milking the cows (as well as the preparation of butter and cheese) was a task performed by women. Thus the wisdom of the Celtic women has given rise to a whole series of work songs, which are also spells to ward off the evil eye and to calm the cows, so that the milk production is abundant and blessed. It is well known that goblins are fond of butter and milk, and folklore includes witches and disturbing animals like milk suckers with hostile intentions, or determined to make the milk sour, or to prevent the transformation of the cream into butter!

THE SYMBOLS OF THE GODDESS

A maiden milking a cow is a figure found carved on the walls of many medieval churches, and is a very old presence in the land of Ireland, or more generally along the coasts of Europe: already in the megalithism there are names like The Cow and Calf attributed to particular rocks.. see more

MILKING SONG: Colin’s cattle

In the peasant world there existed a whole series of prayers and invocations, often in the form of songs, which were part of the cultural baggage dating back to the time of the Druids; these Ortha nan Gaidheal in Scottish Gaelic, come from the bardic tradition that survived in the folklore, through the centuries of Christianity and despite the English cultural hegemony, and were collected and translated at the end of 1800 by Alexander Carmichael (1832-1912), who published them in his book “Carmina Gadelica”.

Adriaen_van_de_VeldeCrodh Chailein” ( “Colin’s cattle”) is classified as a “milking song” and recorded on the field by Alan Lomax (South Uist) in the 1950s: it is a lullaby whispered to the cows to keep them quiet during milking, and to stimulate them magically in the production of a lot of milk. Scottish cows are so used to this treatment that they do not give milk without a song !!
Listen these three milking songs in sequence:: “Crodh Chailein”, “Chiùinan Ghràidh” e “a’ Bhanarach Chiùin”

Ethel Bassin in her “The Old Songs of Skye: Frances Tolmie and her Circle” (1997) shows two verses of the song collected by Isabel Cameron of the Isle of Mull (internal Hebrides) along with the legend of its origin reported by Niall MacLeòid , “the Skye bard.”
Who sings is the woman kidnapped by the fairies on her wedding day and yet she gets permission to go every day to milk the cows of her husband named Colin: the husband can hear her singing but he can not see her. The bard assures us that the woman will return after one year and a day to her human husband! The abduction of the bride on wedding day was not so remote a possibility according to the beliefs of the time and there were many tricks to keep the fairies away in that occasion! (see more).
According to another legend, Colin’s wife dies at a young age and comes back a few months after her burial for the evening milking of the cows singing this song

Mary Cameron Mackellar writes in her essay ‘The Shieling: Its Traditions and Songs’ (Gaelic Society of Inverness 1889 from here) “Weird women of the fairy race were said to milk the deer on the mountain tops, charming them with songs composed to a fairy melody or “fonn-sith.”  One of these songs is said to be the famous “Crodh Chailein.”  I give the version I heard of it, and all the old people said the deer were the cows referred to as giving their milk so freely under the spell of enchantment. .. Highland cows are considered to have more character than the Lowland breeds, and when they get irritated or disappointed, they retain their milk for days.  This sweet melody sung – not by a stranger, but by the loving lips of her usual milkmaid – often soothes her into yielding her precious addition to the family supply.”
Mary Mackellar lyrics
Seist (chorus)
Chrodh Chailein, mo chridhe,
Crodh Iain, mo ghaoil,
Gun tugadh crodh Chailein,
Am bainn’ air an fhraoch.
I
Gun chuman, gun bhuarach,
Gun lao’-cionn, gun laogh,
Gun ni air an domhan,
Ach monadh fodh fhraoch.
II
Crodh riabhach breac ballach,
Air dhath nan cearc-fraoicb,
Crodh ‘lionadh nan gogan
‘S a thogail nan laogh.
III
Fo ‘n dluth-bharrach uaine,
‘S mu fhuarain an raoin,
Gun tugadh crodh Chailein
Dhomh ‘m bainn’ air an fhraoch.
IV
Crodh Chailein, mo chridhe,
‘S crodh Iain, mo ghaoil,
Gu h-uallach ‘s an eadar-thrath,
A beadradh ri ‘n laoigh

The melody (see) also called Crochallan is also known as My Heart’s In The Highlands . The oldest version in print (text and score) is in “The Elizabeth Ross Manuscript” (1812)

Donald Sinclair from Tiree 1968

Between the Times

Scots Gaelic (from here)
Seist (chorus)
Crodh Chailein mo chridhe
Crodh chailein mo ghaoil
Gu’n tugadh crodh Chailein
Dhomh bainn’ air an fhraoch
I
Gu’n tugadh crodh Chailein
Dhomh bainn’ air an raon
Gun chuman(1), gun bhuarach
Gun luaircean(2), gun laugh.
II
Gu’n tugadh crodh Chailein
Dhomh bainne gu leoir
Air mullach a’ mhonaidh
Gun duine ‘nar coir
III
Gu bheil sac air mo chridhe
’S tric snidh air mo ghruaidh
agus smuairean air m’aligne
Chum an cadal so bhuam
IV
Cha chaidil, cha chaidil
cha chaidil mi uair
cha chaidil mi idir
gus an tig na bheil uam.
The cattle of Colin my dearest,
The cattle of Colin my love,
Colin’s cattle would give me milk
Upon the heather
I
Colin’s cattle would give me milk
Upon the field,
without a cogue(1), without a shackle,
without a luaircean(2), without a calf.
II
Colin’s cattle would give
plenty of milk to me,
on top of the moor
without anyone near us.
III
There is a weigh on my dart,
and often tears on my cheek,
And sorrow on my mind
That has kept sleep from me.
IV
I will not sleep, I will not sleep,
I will not sleep an hour,
I will not sleep at all
until what I long for returns.

NOTE
1) cogue = wooden vessel used for milking cows
2) luaircean = a substitute calf, an inanimate prop over which the skin of a milk cow’s deceased calf was draped, in order to console her with it’s scent, thus encouraging her to continue to produce milk

Morvyn Menzies


English translation Charles Stewart*
I
I won’t sleep, I won’t sleep
I won’t sleep one hour,
I won’t sleep at all
Until what was taken returns.
II
May Colin’s cattle give me
Milk for their love of me,
At the top of the hill
With no one nearby.
Chorus
Cows of my beloved Colin
Iain’s cows, my dear;
Cows that would fill up the milking bucket,
Cows that rear the calves
III
My heart is heavy,
Tears frequently on my cheeks,
My mind is dejected,
And this stops me sleeping.
IV
I won’t go to the birch wood
Or gathering nuts;
On a brown, ragged plaid
I wait for the cows.
Scots Gaelic (from here)
I
Cha chaidil, cha chaidil,
Cha chaidil mi uair,
Cha chaidil mi idir
Gus an tig na bheil bhuam.
II
Gun toireadh crodh Chailein,
Dhomh bainn’ air mo ghaol,
Air mullach a’ mhonaidh,
Gun duine nar taobh.
Seist (chorus)
Crodh Chailein mo chridhe,

Crodh Iain, mo ghaoil;
Crodh lìonadh nan gogan,
Crodh togail nan laogh.
III
Gu bheil sac air mo chridhe,
’S tric snigh’ air mo ghruaidh,
Agus smuairean air m’ aigne,
Chùm an cadal seo bhuam.
IV
Cha tèid mi don bheithe,
No thional nan crò;
Air breacan donn ribeach
Tha mi feitheamh nam bò.

NOTE
* in “The Killin Collection of Gaelic Songs”


typical pipe band version

second part

SOURCE

http://www.skyelit.co.uk/poetry/collect21.html
http://www.lochiel.net/archives/arch116.html
http://scotsgaelicsong.wordpress.com/2014/03/18/scots-gaelic-song-crodh-chailein/ http://plover.net/~agarvin/faerie/Text/Music/54.html
http://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/en/fullrecord/57427/8;jsessionid=97E1C046ADC0124A757755FF5E401B2F
https://thesession.org/tunes/11647

THE SEAL-MAIDEN (GRUAGACH-MHARA)

Nelle Isole Ebridi ritroviamo diverse canzoni che contengono il termine Gruagach, una fanciulla del mare che potrebbe essere una selkie o forse una sirena.

La Gruagach è un altro nome della Cailleach, la dea primigenia della creazione come viene chiamata in Scozia, il cui ricordo ha lasciato una traccia nel folklore celtico e ci parla di un culto primordiale conservatosi pressoché immutato anche durante l’affermarsi del Cristianesimo e praticato soprattutto dalle donne con poteri sciamanici (vedi prima parte)

THE SEAL-MAIDEN

La versione riportata da Marjory Kennedy-Fraser nel suo “Songs of the Hebrides“, è la trasposizione in inglese di un canto in gaelico scozzese raccolto sull’isola di Barra. In questo contesto il termine Gruagach accoppiato a mhara è usato nel senso di fanciulla del mare che sta a indicare una selkie. (tratto da qui)

Un pastore ha la ventura di assistere alla trasformazione di una fanciulla dai capelli neri: in un attimo indossa il grigio manto mutandosi una foca e si getta nel mare per nuotare verso il vasto oceano. Si tratta chiaramente di una waulking song, in cui la parte del coro è formata per lo più da frasi non-sense che vengono trascritte foneticamente.

Early one morning Ho eel yo
stray sheep a seeking Ho eel yo
Great wonder saw I Ho eel yo
fair seal-maiden Ho eel yo
Glossy her dark hair Ho eel yo
Veiling her fair form Ho eel yo
Heel yo heel yo rova ho
lone on sea-rock sat the maiden.
Heel yo heel yo rova ho
Grey her long robe closely clinging
Heel yo heel yo rova ho
When great wonder! Ho eel yo
Suddendly changed she Ho eel yo
Heel yo heel yo rova ho
raised her head she, stretched she outward
Heel yo heel yo rova ho
Diving seaward Ho eel yo
Smooth seal-headed she Ho eel yo
Out by the teal-tracks Ho eel yo
Cleaving the sea-waves Ho eel yo
Heel yo heel yo rova ho

Through Chaol Mhuille(1)
Through Chaol Ile(2)
Heel yo heel yo rova ho
To the far blue bounteous ocean!
TRADUZIONE  DI CATTIA SALTO
Al mattino presto
in cerca di una pecora smarrita
vidi con grande stupore
una bella fanciulla-foca.
Lucidi i suoi neri capelli
che coprivano il suo bel corpo,
Heel yo heel yo rova ho
da sola sulla roccia sedeva la fanciulla.
Heel yo heel yo rova ho
Grigia la sua lunga veste aderente,
Heel yo heel yo rova ho
quando oh meraviglia!
All’improvviso lei è cambiata
Heel yo heel yo rova ho
rialzando la testa
protese in avanti
Heel yo heel yo rova ho
verso il mare
la levigata testa di foca
sulle tracce dell’alzavola
a fendere le onde del mare
Heel yo heel yo rova ho
per l’Isola di Mull (1),
per l’Isola di Isla (1)
Heel yo heel yo rova ho
verso il lontano oceano meravigliosamente blu!

NOTE
1) isola di Mull
2) isola di Isla

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Così scrive Ethel Bassin “The *Gruagach* here is a female.  Although a ‘maid of the sea’, she must not be pictured as the conventional golden-haired nude terminating in a fish’s tail.  The spectator, while searching for sheep, sees a grey-robed maiden sitting on a distant rock.  Raising her head, she stretches herself and assumes the form of the ‘animal without horns’.  Then ‘she went cleaving the sea on every side…towards the spacious region of the bountiful ones’.  Although the literal word ‘seal’ is not used, ‘the hornless animal’ whose form the mermaid took, one may suppose to be a seal.  The ‘grey robe’ of the maiden further points to her seal character, the seal being often described as ‘grey’.  ‘In the superstitious belief of the North,’ says Mr W.T. Dennison in his *Orcadian Sketch-book*, the seal held a far higher place than any of the lower animals, and had the power of assuming human form and faculties …  every true descendent of the Norseman looks upon the seal as a kind of second-cousin in disgrace.”

Frances Tolmie (1840–1926), nata a Skye fu una prolifica collezionista di canzoni delle Isole Ebridi, così un centinaio delle melodie vennero pubblicate dal Folk-Song Society (Journal of the Folk-Song Society, 16), materiale confluito nel libro di Ethel Bassin “The Old Songs of Skye: Frances Tolmie and her Circle”, 1997 che così scrive “In the Journal Miss Tolmie remarks that her pleasure in these old wive’s songs was considered very odd by her contemporaries, ‘for they were not deemed “poetry” or worthy of notice by song-collectors of that period’. Some of her elders, fortunately, were of her own way of thinking, notably her aunt, Mrs Hector Mackenzie (Annabella Tolmie), whose only son, John Tolmie Mackenzie was harbour- master at Dunvegan as well as being factor to MacLeod of MacLeod.

ORAN MU’N GHRUAGAICH (A SONG ABOUT THE GRUAGACH)

Una waulking song di cui non sono riuscita a trovare il testo in gaelico, ma evidentemente è la stessa canzone “tradotta” da Marjory Kennedy-Fraser (o meglio fatta tradurre dal reverendo Kenneth Macleod).

ASCOLTA Jo Morrison in “A Waulking Tour of Scotland” 2000

ASCOLTA Christine Primrose in “Gun Sireadh, Gun Iarraidh‘ (‘Without Seeking, Without Asking’)

continua seconda parte

FONTI
http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=51669
http://www.celticlyricscorner.net/cormack/gruagach.htm
http://www.booksfromscotland.com/Authors/Stuart-McHardy
http://www.aniodhlann.org.uk/documents/t1999-157-3d.html?CFID=24022064&CFTOKEN=66534791
http://www.templerecords.co.uk/products/christine-primrose-gun-sireadh-gun-iarraidh

Mhurchaidh Bhig Nan Gormshuil Greannmhor versus Witchery fate song

From the Hebrides, a mysterious waulking song.
The ballad was recorded by Alan Lomax under the title “Mhurchaidh Bhig Nan Gormshuil Greannmhor” (“Little Murdoch of Beguiling Eyes”) (in Gaelic Songs of Scotland: Women at Work in the Western Isles: a preview here). The song is also known as “Cha Teaid Mi do Chille Mhoire”
This waulking song is addressed to Murdo with the beautiful dark blue eyes. The composer says she will not go to Kilmore (Mull) and will not meet Murdo, whom she describes as a deceitful young man who would come night visiting (from Tobar an Dualchais )

[Dalle Isole Ebridi una waulking song misteriosa.
La ballata è stata registrata da Alan Lomax con il titolo “Mhurchaidh Bhig Nan Gormshuil Greannmhor” (“Little Murdoch of beguiling eyes”)  (in Gaelic Songs of Scotland: Women at Work in the Western Isles, 2006 una preview qui). La canzone è anche conosciuta come “Cha Tèid Mi do Chille Mhoire”.
“Questa waulking è rivolta a Murdo dagli splendidi occhi blu. Chi canta dice che non andrà a Kilmore (isola di Mull) per incontrare Murdo, descritto come un corteggiatore ingannevole.”
Così dall’archivio Tobar an Dualchais apprendiamo che colei che canta vuole tenere lontano da sè Murdo il giovane dai begli occhi blu che vive a Kilmore (isola di Mull), perchè l’ha ingannata (sedotta) durante una “night visiting”.]
In the genre classified as “night visiting songs” the suitors sneak into the house of the beloved trying to snatch their virginity: sometimes they are adventurous travelers, street vendors, soldiers, sailors or seasonal workers, who under the pretext of the cold night and rain they seek shelter between the girl’s sheets; obviously every marriage promise is immediately forgotten once the goal is reached.
[Nel genere classificato come “night visiting songs” i corteggiatori entrano di soppiatto nella casa dell’amata cercando di carpirne la verginità: a volte sono avventurieri di passaggio, ambulanti, soldati, marinai o lavoratori stagionali, che con il pretesto della notte fredda e della pioggia cercano riparo tra le lenzuola della fanciulla; ovviamente ogni promessa di matrimonio è subito dimenticata una volta raggiunto lo scopo.]

Mhurchaidh Bhig Nan Gormshuil Greannmhor 

Nan Bryan (Mary Anne) Buchanan 

(al momento senza trascrizione del testo)

WITCHERY FATE SONG: THE HAWK OMEN

A different interpretation comes instead from the collection “Songs of the Hebrides” by Marjory Kennedy-Fraser  and who writes the score, the Gaelic text and the English translation of the ballad titled “Witchery Fate Song”. The song becomes the prophecy of the Great Gormula of Moy (Gormshùil Mhòr na Maighe) and / or of Corrag from Elsewhere (Corrag Nighean Iain Bhain).
So writes Marjory Kennedy-Fraser in the notes accompanying the song’s score (“Songs of the Hebrides” vol III, # 166)
“Two of the “Big Seven” (famous witches) Gormshuil (Gorumhool) from Moy and Corrag Nighean Iain Bhain (Korrack nee-an Eean Vahn) or as she somethimes called herself, “Corrag from Nowhere”, were talking old ploys on a sea-rock in Knoyart when a hawk which had been circling above them, suddendly droped down with its back to the ground

[Tutt’altra interpretazione viene invece dalla raccolta “Songs of the Hebrides” di Marjory Kennedy-Fraser che riporta spartito, testo in gaelico e trasposizione in inglese della ballata dandole il titolo di “Witchery fate song“. La canzone diventa la profezia della Grande Gormula di Moy  ( Gormshùil Mhòr na Maighe) e/o di Corrag da Altrove (Corrag Nighean Iain Bhain).
Così scrive Marjory Kennedy-Fraser nelle note che accompagnano lo spartito della canzone (“Songs of the Hebrides” volume III, #166): “Due delle” Big Seven” ( famose streghe) Gormshuil (Gorumhool) di Moy e Corrag Nighean Iain Bhain o come lei stessa si autodefiniva,” Corrag from Nowhere (Corrag da Altrove)”, stavano parlando di vecchi trucchi sugli scogli di Knoyart quando un falco che stava girando sopra di loro, precipitosamente cadde con il dorso riverso “

The peninsula of Knoydart is the wildest part of the Lochaber, a Scottish region that can be reached practically only by boat, being surrounded on three sides by the sea and isolated by kilometers of mountains and by Loch Nevis (Lake of Paradise) and Loch Hourn (Lake of Hell). There are no roads, the few people live practically all in the village of Inverie and nature dominates uncontested.
[La penisola di Knoydart è la parte più selvaggia del Lochaber, una regione della Scozia che si può raggiungere praticamente solo in barca, essendo circondata su tre lati dal mare e isolata da chilometri di montagne e dai rami del Loch Nevis (lago del Paradiso) e del Loch Hourn (lago dell’Inferno) . Non ci sono strade, le poche persone vivono praticamente tutte nel villaggio di Inverie e la natura domina incontrastata.]

Also Shakespeare in Macbeth focuses the tragedy, set in medieval Scotland, on the prophecy of three witches.
[Anche Shakespeare nel Macbeth incentra la tragedia ambientata nella Scozia medievale sulla profezia di tre streghe.]


Jean-Luc Lenoir in “Old Celtic & Nordic Ballads”

  • I
    Chunna mi’n t-seabhag ‘s a cùl rilàr,
    Chunna mi’n t-seabh ag ‘s a cùl rilàr,
    ‘S bidh Corrag Iain(1) Bhain
    ‘S bidh Gormshuilna Maigh (2)
    A fagail am mairech siaban nan tonn
    ‘S righ gur a tromair an ògshean e
    Ari a, ari
    Chunna mi’n t-seabhag ‘s a cùl rilàr
    II
    Chunna mi’n t-seabhag ‘s a cùl rilàr
    Chunna mi’n t-seabhag ‘s a cùl rilàr
    ‘S bidh Corrag Iain Bhain
    ‘S bidh Gormshuilna Maigh
    A fagail gu brath gach cladach is fonn
    Gach lagan is tom air am b’eolach iad
    (An diugh na’m b’e’n de, chuirinn gair e ri gair
    Is gu debhiodh ‘san dan dubh cha’n fheor aich inn)
    Ari a, ari
    Chunna mi’n t-seabhag ‘s a cùl rilàr
    NOTE
    1)  Corrag Nighean Iain Bhain is the witch Corrag [è la strega Corrag]
    2) Gormshuilna Maigh is the Great Gormula of Moy, another famous witch mentioned in many legends of the Lochaber [è la Grande Gormula di Moy, altra famosa strega citata in molte leggende del Lochaber]

    English Translation*
    I have seen the falcon lying on the earth
    I have seen the falcon lying on the earth
    John with blond hairs
    and the young girl with blue eyes
    They will have to leave
    the foam of the waves tomorrow
    What a grief for this already aged youth
    Ari a, ari
    I have seen the falcon lying on the earth
    II
    I have seen the falcon lying on the earth
    I have seen the falcon lying on the earth
    John with blond hairs
    and the young girl with blue eyes
    will leave these beaches and theses shores forever,
    these glens, these hills that they knew so well.
    Ari a, ari
    I have seen the falcon lying on the earth
    Traduzione italiano Cattia Salto
    Ho visto il falco cadere a terra
    ho visto il falco cadere a terra
    John dai biondi capelli
    e la giovane ragazza dagli occhi azzurri
    dovranno lasciare
    la schiuma del mare domani,
    che pena per questa gioventù già invecchiata
    Ari a, ari, ho visto il falco cadere a terra
    II
    Ho visto il falco cadere a terra
    ho visto il falco cadere a terra
    John dai biondi capelli
    e la giovane ragazza dagli occhi azzurri
    dovranno lasciare queste spiagge e questi lidi per sempre,
    queste valli e queste colline che conoscono così bene
    Ari a, ari
    Ho visto il falco cadere a terra

    NOTE
    * from https://lyricstranslate.com/en/witchery-fate-song-witchery-fate-song.html

THE HAWK OMEN

The English adaptation of the Gaelic lyrics was written by Reverend Kenneth Macleod: the ballad is connected to the Norns and to the thread of destiny that is traced to the birth of every human creature.
[L’adattamento in inglese dell’originale gaelico è stato scritto dal reverendo Kenneth Macleod: la ballata viene collegata alle Norne e al filo del destino che viene tracciato alla nascita di ogni creatura umana.]

Dannsair in Mists of Ennistymon 2008

Siobhan Doherty in “Marrying the Sea” 2010

 English version Kenneth Macleod
I
See yonder the hawk
and her back to the ground,
See yonder the hawk
and her back to the ground,
And Corrac from Noway
And Gormhool from Moyway
Tomorrow must leave
the play o’ the waves.
Ah me, it is sore
on the old still young,
Aree a, aree.
Down comes the hawk
and she flies no more.
II
Down comes the hawk
and she flies no more,
Down comes the hawk
and she flies nevermore,
And Corrac from Noway
And Gormhool from Moyway
Will leave evermore
the lea and the shore,
The glens and the hills
where they loved to rove,
Aree a, aree.
Down comes the hawk
and she flies no more
traduzione italiano
I
Vedo il falco in lontananza
che si distende a terra
Vedo un falco in lontananza
che si distende a terra
e Corrac da Altrove (1)
e Gormhool da Moyway  (2)
domani dovranno lasciare
la schiuma delle onde
che dolore
per questa giovinezza già vecchia
Aree a, aree.
giù viene il falco
e più non vola
II
Giù viene il falco
e più non vola
giù viene il falco
e mai più vola
e Corrac da Altrove
e Gormhool da Moyway
lasceranno per sempre
i campi e la spiaggia,
le valli e le colline
dove amavano vagabondare
Aree a, aree
giù viene il falco
e più non vola

NOTE
1) noway, nowhere in italiano” luogo inesistente”, “il nulla”, ma anche “Altromondo”, si tratta quindi di una creatura fatata
2 Gormla Occhio Azzurro era una strega  protettrice del clan Cameron

Chant magique de Sorcière ( in “Old Celtic & Nordic Ballads”)
I
J’ai vu le faucon gisant à terre, gisant à terre
Jean aux cheveux blonds
et la jeune fille aux yeux bleus
Doivent demain quitter l’écume des vagues
Quel chagrin pour cette jeunesse déjà vieille !
Ari a, ari
J’ai vu le faucon gisant à terre
II
J’ai vu le faucon gisant à terre, gisant à terre !
Jean aux cheveux blonds
et la jeune fille aux yeux bleus
quitteront pour toujours ces plages et ces rivages
Ces vallons, ces collines qu’ils ont si bien connus
Ari a, ari
J’ai vu le faucon gisant à terre

LINK
https://terreceltiche.altervista.org/terra-di-scozia-nelle-sue-canzoni/marjorie-kennedy-fraser/
http://tobarandualchais.co.uk/en/fullrecord/14388/9
http://oxfordindex.oup.com/view/10.1093/oi/authority.20110803095900954
http://www.clan-cameron.org.uk/oldsite/Research/gormshuil.html
https://calumimaclean.blogspot.com/2017/03/the-most-powerful-witch-of-all-great.html
https://humanisticpaganism.com/2011/10/09/symbols-in-the-sky/
http://www.mondobimbiblog.com/2011/02/le-streghe-di-mull/
http://www.mondobimbiblog.com/2011/02/le-streghe-di-mull-parte-seconda/
http://www.mondobimbiblog.com/2011/02/le-streghe-di-mull-parte-terza/
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AN GILLE BAN – AN T IARLA DIURACH

The Earl of Jura” (in italiano “Il Conte di Jura”) è una slow air delle isole Ebridi che ben si adatta al lament di una ragazza tradita (o non corrisposta) la quale, affranta dal dolore, invoca il riposo della tomba. Ella paragona l’indifferenza del suo innamorato ai freddi monti dell’isola di Jura  (soprannominati Paps of Jura perchè richiamano la forma dei seni femminili)

Nelle note di Fiddler’s Companion leggiamo: “Scottish, Canadian; Slow Air. Canada, Cape Breton. D Minor. Standard. One part. Angus Grant identifies the tune as the air to an old song said to have been composed by a lass who was in love with the Earl, a Campbell, although her love was unrequited. Atlantica Music 02 77657 50222 26, Lloyd MacDonald – “Atlantic Fiddles” (1994)”

On the Isle of Jura null William Daniell 1769-1837 Presented by Tate Gallery Publications 1979 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/T02789
On the Isle of Jura – William Daniell 1769-1837

ASCOLTA  Justyna Jablonska (violoncello) &  Simon Thacker (chitarra acustica) polacca lei scozzese lui  – in “Karmana”, 2016 (e (quando suona il violoncello cala il silenzio)

Il gruppo dei Capercaillie ha realizzato due diverse versioni dello stesso brano la prima nel 1984 con il titolo di AN T-IARLA DIURACH e la seconda nel 1995 con il titolo di AN GILLE BAN

ASCOLTA Capercaillie in Cascade 1984, -il primo album del gruppo, un canto secondo il vecchio stile, con la voce di Karen piena di pianto appena sottolineato dalle tastiere di Donald Shaw e un etereo sviluppo strumentale di Mac Duff (flauto dolce) (strofe I, II, III, IV)

ASCOLTA Capercaillie in The blood is strong 1995 (strofe I, II, IV) più arrangiata strumentalmente

GAELICO SCOZZESE
I
Ma’s ann ‘gam mhealladh, a ghaoil, a bha thu
Ma’s ann ‘gam mhealladh as deigh do gheallaidh
‘Se luaidh do mholaidh ni mi gu brath
Ma’s ann ‘gam mhealladh, a ghaoil, a bha thu
II
Righ, gur mise tha gu tursach
Gaol an iarla ‘ga mo chiurradh
Tha na deoir a’sior-ruith o m’ shuilean
‘S mo chridhe bruite le guin do ghraidh
Ma’s ann ‘gam mhealladh, a ghaoil, a bha thu
III
Bha mi raoir leat ‘na mo bhruadar
Thall an Diura nam beann fuara
Bha do phogan mar bhiolair uaine
Ach dh’fhalbh am bruadar is dh’fhan an cradh
Ma’s ann ‘gam mhealladh, a ghaoil, a bha thu
IV
Thig, a ghaoil agus duin mo shuilean
‘S a’ chiste-chaoil far nach dean mi dusgadh
Cuir a sios mi an duslach Diurach
Oir ‘s ann ‘s an uir a ni mise tamh
Ma’s ann ‘gam mhealladh, a ghaoil, a bha thu

TRADUZIONE INGLESE
I
If deceiving me, oh love, thou wert
If deceiving me despite thy vow(1)
Yet chant thy praise I ever will
If deceiving me, oh love, thou wert
II
Oh King, I am the sorrowful one
And the love of the Earl a-hurting me
The tears are ever running from mine eyes/And my heart is bruised with the sting of thy love
If deceiving me, oh love, thou wert
III
Last night I was with thee in my dream/Across in Jura of the cold bens(2)/Thy kisses were like the green water-cresses(3)
Fled the dream, remained the pain
If deceiving me, oh love, thou wert
IV
Come, oh love, and close my eyes
In the narrow kirst where I shall never awake
Lay me down under earth from Jura
In the grave alone is there rest for me
If deceiving me, oh love, thou wert

tradotto da Cattia Salto
I
Anche se tu, amore, mi avessi tradito
se tu m’avessi tradito nonostante i voti non smetterò mai di tessere le tue lodi, Anche se tu, amore, mi avessi tradito
II
O Re io sono colei che è addolorata
e l’amore del Conte mi ferisce
sgorgano lacrime copiose dai miei occhi
e il mio cuore è ferito dalla freccia del tuo amore
Anche se tu, amore, mi avessi tradito
III
L’altra notte ero con te in sogno
sui freddi monti di Jura
i tuoi baci erano come il fresco crescione,
svanito il sonno è rimasto il dolore
Anche se tu, amore, mi avessi tradito
IV
Vieni, amore a chiudermi gli occhi
nella piccola chiesa dove non mi sveglierò più
affidami alla terra di Jura
solo là nella tomba c’è il mio riposo
Anche se tu, amore, mi avessi tradito

NOTE
1) con vow si intendono promesse o voti tra una coppia uniti con il rito dell’handfasting
2) the Bens of Jura  ovvero Paps of Jura, sono tre montagnole raggruppate sui 2400-2500 metri nell’isola di Jura. Come riporta Saverio Sepe nel suo blog ” Una meta che vi farà immergere in questa ancestrale selvaticità della Scozia è l’isola di Jura: 200 persone, 5000 cervi, un numero variabile ma imponente di specie di uccelli.. Per chi ama il vento, per chi lo insegue in giro per il mondo, per chi si sente in armonia con questo elemento sa perché venire in questa isola. Per vedere le tre cime del Paps of Jura, un paradiso per escursionisti ad esempio.  Salendo verso le cime e guardandosi intorno si ha la sensazione di essere soli al mondo. Qui la parola panorama si trasfigura diventa qualcosa che si tocca, che si sente fisicamente. ” (qui)
3) come scrive  Kenneth MacLeod “Traditionally, watercress is regarded as both food and drink; it is said to have been the food of the pilgrims on their way to Iona” Secondo una fantasiosa credenza inglese, il crescione può rivelare il futuro a una ragazza in cerca di marito: si deve seminare una fila di crescione e una di lattuga il 24 di marzo, e stare ad aspettare, se spunta prima la lattuga, il marito sarà dolce e comprensivo, se nasce prima il crescione, l’amato sarà severo, puntiglioso, forse violento.

LA VERISIONE DI MARJORY KENNEDY-FRASER: THE BENS OF JURA

Ed ecco la versione versificata in inglese adattata musicalmente al gusto “romantico” dei tempi da Marjory Kennedy-Fraser. La traduzione dal gaelico è dell’amico e collaboratore rev. Kenneth Macleod

ASCOLTA Kenneth McKellar

Versione Kenneth Macleod
I
Like watercress(3) gathered fresh from cool streams
Thy kiss, dear love, by the Bens of Jura(1)
Cold the Bens, cold thy love as they.
Like watercress gathered fresh from cool streams.
II
Gold the morn at dawn up wingeth,
Dreams the night deep drowned in dew-mist,
And my heart reft of its own sun,
Deep lies sunk in death torpor cold and gray.
III
Like watercress gathered fresh from cool streams,
Thy kiss dear love, by the Bens of Jura
Cold the Bens, cold the mist and gray
Like watercress gathered fresh from cool streams.

tradotto da Cattia Salto
I
Come il crescione raccolto fresco dai freddi rivi
è il tuo bacio, amore mio, sui Monti di Jura, freddi i monti, così freddo il tuo amore.
Come il crescione raccolto fresco dai freddi rivi
II
Dorato il mattino sulle ali dell’alba
i sogni notturni svaniti nell’umida foschia
e il mio cuore privato del suo sole
sprofonda nel torpore della morte, freddo e grigio
III
Come il crescione raccolto fresco dai freddi rivi
è il tuo bacio, amore mio, sui Monti del Jura
freddi i monti, fredda e grigia la bruma, come il crescione raccolto fresco dai freddi rivi

FONTI
http://ontanomagico.altervista.org/matrimonio-celtico-storia.html
http://www.southernhebrides.com/isle-of-jura/
https://europatoursaveriopepe.wordpress.com/2015/02/24/lisola-di-jura-pura-scozia/
http://isleofjura.scot/isle-of-jura-history/
http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/daniell-on-the-isle-of-jura-t02789
https://thesession.org/tunes/6096
http://tobarandualchais.co.uk/en/fullrecord/86670/3
http://tobarandualchais.co.uk/en/fullrecord/91874/3
http://tobarandualchais.co.uk/en/fullrecord/91355/3;jsessionid=D7F351E518D9416F6836E4C548855550

M’IONAM AIR

The Spinning Wheel, c.1855 (oil on panel)Una madre delle Highland scozzesi canta al suo bambino per tenerlo buono, mentre lei è affaccendata nei lavori domestici, (continua) : si raccomanda che cresca forte affinchè da grande possa provvedere al benessere della madre.
La canzone proviene dall’immenso patrimonio dei canti in gaelico delle Isole Ebridi

ASCOLTA Capercaillie in Beautiful Wasteland 1997 la voce di Karen sembra quasi un sospiro, morbida come la coperta di lana, soffice come le piume del cuscino, e a tratti si leva come onda del mare..

GAELICO SCOZZESE
Sèist:
M’ionam air a ghille bheag
Cuin a bheir e gùn dhomh?
Cuin a bheir e còt’
Agus cleoc as a’ bhùth dhomh?
M’ionam air a ghille bheag
Cuin a bheir e gùn dhomh?
I
Nuair dh’fhàsas e làidir
‘S a dh’fhàgas e’n dùthaich
II
Bidh siùil ri croinn àrda
‘S mo ghràdhsa ga stiùireadh
III
Nuair ruigeas i na h-Innsean
Thig sìoda ‘gam ionnsaigh
IV
B’fhearr leam fhin gum beireadh an teile
‘N teile dhe na heireagan
B’fhearr leam fhin gum beireadh an teile
Dh’eireagan Shleit am maireach
V
Gheibheadh tu fhein, a ghaoil an t-ugh (x3)
Nam beireadh na heireagan bana


TRADUZIONE INGLESE
Chorus:
My thoughts are on the little boy
Wondering when he’ll bring me a gown?
When will he bring me a coat
Or a cloak from the store?
I
When he grows strong
And leaves the country
II
The sails will be on the tall masts
And my love will be at the helm
III
When the ship reaches the Indies
Then silk will come back in my direction
IV
I would prefer if the other(1) would bear the pullet hens
I would prefer if the other would bear
The hens of Sleat(2) tomorrow
V
You, love, would get the egg(3)
If the fair hen would lay

tradotto da Cattia Salto
CORO
I pensieri vanno al mio bambino
chiedendomi quando mi porterà un vestito
quando mi porterà una giacchetta
o una mantella dal negozio?
I
Quando diventerà forte
e lascerà il paese
II
Le vele saranno sull’albero maestro e il mio amore al timone
III
Quando la nave raggiungerà le Indie
allora mi porterà la seta
IV
Vorrei che l’altro portasse delle pollastrelle
vorrei che l’altro portasse
le galline di Sleat domani
V
Tu amore avrai l’uovo
se la bella gallina lo deporrà

NOTE
1) evidentemente si riferisce all’altro suo amore, il marito oppure all’altro figlio più grande che già lavora
2) Sleat è rinomata come “the garden of Skye”.
3) oh l’ovetto sbattuto con lo zucchero che un tempo le madri premurose preparavano per i loro bambini!

Loch Coruisk, isola di Skye dipinto di Sidney Richard Percy 1874

FONTI
http://www.celticlyricscorner.net/capercaillie/mionam.htm
http://www.tobarandualchais.co.uk/en/fullrecord/25281/1;jsessionid=7A5B417BDD8B85383D3A23837B2D3716