Irish Folk Song - Róisín Dubh скачать в хорошем качестве

Irish Folk Song - Róisín Dubh

●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬● 💕 Welcome to my Folk Songs Channel. 💕 💕 This channel includes songs of many countries. 💕 💕 If you want to subscribe, you can click this link: https://tr.link/kanal 💕 💕 Our Discord Channel:   / discord   💕 💕 Our Subreddit:   / folkurwa   💕 ●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬● 💕 Thanks for listening 💕 ●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬● 💕 Irish Lyrics 💕 A Róisín ná bíodh brón ort fé'r éirigh dhuit: Tá na bráithre 'teacht thar sáile 'gus ag triall ar muir , Tiocfaidh do phárdún ón bPápa is ón Róimh anoir 'S ní spárálfar fíon Spáinneach ar mo Róisín Dubh. Is fada an réim a léig mé léi ó inné go 'dtí inniu, Trasna sléibhte go ndeachas léi, fé sheolta ar muir; Is an éirne chaith mé 'léim í, cé gur mór é an sruth; 'S bhí ceol téad ar gach taobh díom is mo Róisín Dubh. Shiúbhalfainn féin an drúcht leat is fásaigh ghuirt, Mar shúil go bhfaighinn rún uait nó páirt dem thoil. A chraoibhín chumhra, gheallais domhsa go raibh grá agat dom 'S gurab í fíor-scoth na Mumhan í, mo Róisín Dubh. Beidh an Éirne 'na tuilte tréana gus réabfar cnoic, Beidh an fharraige 'na tonnta dearga agus doirtfear fuil, Beidh gach gleann sléibhe fud éireann agus móinte ar crith, Lá éigin sul a néagfaidh mo Róisín Dubh. 💕 Irish Lyrics 💕 ●▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬● 💕 English Lyrics 💕 Little Rose, be not sad for all that hath behapped thee: The friars are coming across the sea, they march on the main. From the Pope shall come thy pardon, and from Rome, from the East- And stint not Spanish wine to my Little Dark Rose. Long the journey that I made with her from yesterday till today, Over mountains did I go with her, under the sails upon the sea; The Erne I passed by leaping, though wide the flood, And there was string music on each side of me and my Little Dark Rose! Thou hast slain me, O my bride, and may it serve thee no whit, For the soul within me loveth thee, not since yesterday nor today; Thou has left me weak and broken in mien and in shape, Betray me not who love thee, my Little Dark Rose! I would walk the dew with thee and the meadowy wastes, In hope of getting love from thee, or part of my will; Fragrant branch, thou didst promise me that thou hadst for me love- And sure the flower of all Munster is Little Dark Rose! Had I a yoke of horses I would plough against the hills, In middle-mass I'd make a gospel of my Little Dark Rose; I'd give a kiss to the young girl that would give her mouth to me, And behind the liss would lie embracing my Little Dark Rose! The Erne shall rise in rude torrents, hills shall be rent, The sea shall roll in red waves, and blood be poured out; Every mountain glen in Ireland, and the bogs shall quake, Some day ere shall perish my Little Dark Rose! 💕 English Lyrics 💕