| Is lullaby amhrán soothing, de ghnáth chanadh do pháistí óga sula dtéann siad a chodladh, agus é ar intinn luais an bpróiseas sin. Mar thoradh air sin go bhfuil siad go minic simplí agus athchleachtach. Is féidir le suantraí a fháil i gach cultúr agus ó na tréimhse ársa | |
| Sleep o babe for the red
bee hums The silent twilights fall Eeval from the grey rock comes To wrap the world in thrall. A lyan van o my child my joy My love and heart's desire. The crickets sing you lullaby Beside the dying fire Dusk is drawn and the green mans' thorn Is wreathed in rings of fog Sheevra sails his boat till morn Alone the starry bog A lyan van o the paly moon Hath brimmed her cusp in dew And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing o love to you A lyan van o the paly moon Hath brimmed her cusp in dew And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune I sing o love to you |
Over in Killarney Many years ago, Me Mither sang a song to me In tones so sweet and low. Just a simple little ditty, In her good ould Irish way, And l'd give the world if she could sing That song to me this day. "Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby." Oft in dreams I wander To that cot again, I feel her arms a-huggin' me As when she held me then. And I hear her voice a -hummin' To me as in days of yore, When she used to rock me fast asleep Outside the cabin door. |
| Over in Killarney,many
years ago My mother sang a song to me in tones so sweet and low Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way And I'd give the world if she could sing that song to me this day Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby. Oft in dreams I wander to that cot again. I feel her arms a-hugging me As when she held me then. And I hear her voice a-hummin' to me as in the days of yore, when she used to rock me fast asleep outside the cabin door. Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby. |
Lullaby, lullaby, Sweet little baby, Don't you cry. I'd rock my own sweet child to rest in a craddle of gold on a bough of the willow. To the shoheen ho of the wind of the west and the lulla lo of the soft sea billow. Sleep, baby dear, Sleep without fear, Mother is here beside your pillow. Lullaby, lullaby, Sweet little baby, Don't you cry. I'd put my own sweet child to sleep in a silver boat on the beautiful river, Where a shoheen whisper the white cascades, and a lulla lo the green flags shiver. Sleep, baby dear, Sleep without fear, Mother is here with you forever. Lullaby, lullaby, Sweet little baby, Don't you cry. I'd rock my own sweet child to rest in a craddle of gold on a bough of the willow. To the shoheen ho of the wind of the west and the lulla lo of the soft sea billow. Sleep, baby dear, Sleep without fear, Mother is here with you forever. Lullaby, lullaby, Sweet little baby, Don't you cry. Lullaby, lullaby, Sweet little baby, Don't you cry. |
| One, two, three, Me mother caught a flea, She put it in the teapot And made a cup of tea. The flea jumped out, Me mother gave a shout And in came daddy With his shirt hanging out. |
Rest tired eyes a while Sweet is thy baby's smile, Angels are guarding And they watch o'er thee. Sleep, sleep, grah mo chree* Here on your mamma's knee, Angels are guarding And they watch o'er thee, The birdeens sing a fluting song They sing to thee the whole day long, Wee fairies dance o'er hill and the dale For very love of thee. |
| On the wings of the wind o'er the dark rolling deep Angels are coming to watch o'er thy sleep Angels are coming to watch over thee So list to the wind coming over the sea. (Chorus) Hear the wind blow love, hear the wind blow Lean your head over and hear the wind blow Hear the wind blow love, hear the wind blow Hang your head over and hear the wind blow. Oh, winds of the night, may your fury be crossed May no one who's dear to our island be lost Blow the winds gently, calm be the foam Shine the light brightly and guide them back home. (Chorus) The currachs* are sailing way out on the blue Laden with herring of silvery hue Silver the herring and silver the sea And soon there'll be silver for baby and me. (Chorus) The currachs tomorrow will stand on the shore And daddy goes sailing, sailing no more The nets will be drying, the nets heaven blessed And safe in my arms dear, contented he'll rest. |
Do you love an apple, Do you love a pear? Do you love a laddie with curly brown hair? (Chorus) Oh but still, I love him, I can't deny him, I will go with him Wherever he goes. Before I got married I wore a black shawl, But now that I'm married I wear bugger-all. (Chorus) He stood at the corner, A fag in his mouth Two hands in his pockets, He whistled me out. (Chorus) He works at the pier For nine pounds a week, On Saturday night He comes rolling home drunk. (Chorus) Before I got married I'd sport and I'd play, But now the cradle It gets in me way. (Chorus) Do you love an apple, Do you love a pear? Do you love a laddie with curly brown hair? |
| We know what Bill Binkie* wants We know what Bill Binkie wants We know what Bill Binkie wants It's a goodie on a saucer. We know what is good for him We know what is good for him We know what is good for him It's a goodie on a saucer. |
I am the wee falorie man A rattling, roving Irishman, I can do all that ever you can For I am the wee falorie man. I have a sister Mary Ann She washes her face in the frying pan, And out she goes to hunt for a man I have a sister Mary Ann. I am a good old working man, Each day I carry a wee tin can A large penny bap* and a clipe** of ham I am a good old working man. |
| May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; The rains fall soft upon your fields And until we meet again, May God hold you In the hollow of his hand. |
Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man Washed his face in a frying pan Combed his hair with a wagon wheel And died with a toothache in his heel. So get out the way for Old Dan Tucker He's too late to get his supper Supper is over and breakfast's cookin' Old Dan Tucker just stands there lookin'. |
| Paddy on the railway Picking up stones, Along came an engine And broke Paddy's bones. "Oh!" said Paddy, "That's not fair." "Oh!" said the engine driver, "I don't care." |
When I was young, I had no sense, I bought a fiddle for eighteen pence, The only tune that I could play Was "Over the Hills and Far Away". (Chorus) So early in the morning, So early in the morning, So early in the morning, Before the break of day. My Aunt Jane she called me in She gave me tea out of a tin, Half a bag of sugar on the top And three black lumps out of her wee shop. |
| Lámh, lámh eile, a haon, a dó, Cos, cos eile, a haon, a dó. Ceann, srón, béil, smig, Agus fiacla bána i mo bhéal istigh. Súil, súil eile, a haon, a dó, Cluas, cluas eile, a haon, a dó, Ceann, srón, béil, smig, Agus fiacla bána i mo bhéal istigh. *** Hand, other hand, one, two, Leg, other leg, one, two, Head, nose, mouth, chin, With white teeth inside my mouth. Hand, other hand, one, two, Foot, other foot, one, two, Head, nose, mouth, chin, With white teeth inside my mouth. |
I'd rock my own sweet childie* to rest In a cradle of gold on a bough of the willow, To the shosheen** ho of the wind of the west And the shularoo of the soft sea billow. Sleep, baby dear, Sleep without fear, Mother is here beside your pillow. I'd put my own sweet childie to sleep In a silver boat on the beautiful river, Where a shosheen whisper the white cascades, And a shularoo the green flags shiver. Sleep, baby dear, Sleep without fear, Mother is here with you forever. Shularoo! to the rise and fall of mother's bosom 'tis sleep has bound you, And O, my child, what cozier nest for rosier rest could love have found you? Sleep, baby dear, Sleep without fear, Mother's two arms are clasped around you. |