Gaelic Waulking Song Group
Young Alasdair, son of MacNicol,
I wish I could bear a son to you
Five or six or seven;
I'd hold them up on on my palms
Shoulder-high where they could be seen I'd take them on my lap and nurse them.
Wine would be drunk at their baptism
Red wine, coloured wine.
And I would give each of them a trade: One of them a carpenter, one a captain
Another on a big ship in England
And one a great drover of cattle
One a guide to sinners.
Sad, sad am I
Sailing out tomorrow
Sailing to Duntuilm on the mound
Where the sound of waves may be heard
The sound of spindrift against the bent-grass
The sound of hazel against holly.
Na huilirinn � ir� o r� ho
HILLEAN O IRI OR O
NA HUILIRINN O HO RI O RO HO
Alasdair �ig 'ic 'ac Neacail
Hillean � ir� or�
HILLEAN O HO RI OR O
NA HUILIRINN O HO RI O RO HO
B' fhe�rr leam fh�n gu saoithrinn mac dhuit
C�ignear na shianar na sheachdnar
Thogainn suas air bh�rraibh bas iad
'M b�rr mo ghuailneadh far a faict' iad
Thogainn gl�n dhaibh 's dheanainn altrum
Dh'�lte f�on air b�rd am baistidh
Dh'�lte f�on dearg is f�on dathte ann
'S bheirinn ciaoird an l�imh gach mac dhiubh
Fear 'na shaor dhiubh, fear 'na chaibtean
'S fear eil' air luing mh�ir dhiubh 'n Sasainn
'S fear 'na dr�bhair m�r nam marta
'S fear 'na cheannard air sluagh peacach
'S muladach 's muladach tha mi
Se�ladh �rd a mach am m�ireach
Se�ladh gu Duntuilm na tulaich
Far an cluinnte fuaim na tuinneadh
'S fuaim an t-s�obain ris a' mhuran
'S fuaim a' chaltainn ris a' chuileann