'S truagh nach do dh'fhuirich mi tioram air tìr - le English Concertina скачать в хорошем качестве

'S truagh nach do dh'fhuirich mi tioram air tìr - le English Concertina

Like my work? Consider one-off or monthly support: https://ko-fi.com/fergusmunro An t-òran ainmeil air a sgrìobhadh le: Dòmhnall Iain Mac A' Mhaoilein. Deagh òran mara son a' choncertina! Famous Gaelic seafaring song written by Donald John Smith. I'm loving learning Concertina and hope to keep posting as I explore and develop! Any requests? 'S truagh nach do dh'fhuirich mi tioram air tìr, 'N fhìrinn a th' agam nach maraiche mi, 'S truagh nach do dh'fhuirich mi tioram air tìr, Rim mhaireann cha till mise sheòladh. Ruith na muic-mhara ri gailleann sa chuan, Mo mheòirean air reothadh a dh'aindeoin a bhith cruaidh, B' fheàrr a bhith 'n-ceartuair air acair air Chluaidh, Na bhith dìreadh nan crann an South Georgia. Dìle bhon t-sneachd 's tu gun fhasgadh on fhuachd, D' aodann ga sgailceadh le fras bho gach stuagh, 'N t-airgead am pailteas 's gun dòigh a chur bhuat, 'S e sìor losgadh toll ann ad phòca. Nuair gheibh sinn fòrladh 's nuair ruigeas sinn tràigh, Falbhaidh an òinseach-sa còmhla ri càch, Chosg mi de dh'airgead air cunntair a' bhàr, A cheannaicheadh trì taighean-òsta. It's a pity I didn't stay on dry land It's the truth that I'm no sailor It's a pity I didn't stay on dry land As long as I live I won't return to sailing Chasing the whales in a storm at sea My fingers frozen in spite of their toughness It'd be better now to be at anchor on the Clyde Than climbing the masts in South Georgia Heavy snow showers and you're without shelter from the cold Your face slapped with a shower from every wave Plenty of money with nowhere to spend it And it forever burning a hole in your pocket When we get leave and we reach the shore This idiot will go along with the rest I've spent enough money at the bar To buy three hotels