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Bunan Bui Lyrics

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Clannad : Bunan Bui Lyrics

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A BhuinneÃ¡n BhuÃ is Ã© mo chrÃ¡ do luÃ
Is do chnÃ¡mha sÃnte ar leaca lom'
Is nach dtearn tÃº dÃth no dolaidh sa tÃr
Is narbh fhearr leat fÃon nÃ³ uisce poill.
DÃ¡ gcuirfeÃ¡ scÃ©ala fÃ¡ mo dhÃ©in
Go raibh tÃº i ngÃ©ibhinn nÃ³ i ndeacair iot'
Ã“ bhainfinnse bÃ©im ar Loch Mhic an Ã‰in
A fhliuchfadh do bhÃ©al is do bhrollach sÃos.

NÃ hiad bhur n-Ã©anlaith atÃ¡ mÃ© ag Ã©agaoin
An chuach, an traona nÃ¡ an chorr-bhreac
Ach an BuinneÃ¡n BuÃ, a bhÃ lÃ¡n de chroÃ
Is gur cosÃºil liom fÃ©in Ã© i snua is i ndreach.
BhÃodh sÃ© ag sÃorÃ³l na dÃ
Is deir daoine go mbÃm ar an nÃ³s sin seal
Is nÃl braon dÃ¡ bhfuighinn nach ligfinn sÃos
Ar fhaitÃos go bhfuighinn fÃ©in bÃ¡s den tart!

Is Ã© 'd'iarr mo stÃ³r orm ligint den Ã³l
NÃ³ nach mbeinnse beo ach seal beag gearr:
Is Ã© dÃºirt mÃ© lÃ©i gur chan sÃ an bhrÃ©ag
NÃ³ go mb'fhaide do mo shaol an braon seo a fhÃ¡il.
Nach bhfeiceann tÃº Ã©an an phÃobÃ¡in rÃ©idh
Go dteachaidh sÃ in Ã©ag den tart ar ball?
Is a dhaoine clÃ©ibh, fliuchaigÃ bhur mbÃ©al
NÃ³ nÃ bhfuighidh sibh braon i ndiaidh bhur mbÃ¡is!
Oh Yellow Bittern, alas to see you stretched
And your bones there lying on bare flagstones
You did no harm at all in the country
And would just as prefer ditch water to wine
Had you only sent me a message
That you were in a quandry, in need of a drink
I would have broken the ice on the lake
To wet your beak and all the way down to your breast.

I'm not lamenting your ordinary birds
The cuckoo, the corncrake or the dappled heron
But the yellow bittern of the great heart
Who was just like me in many ways
He was always fond of the sup
And people say I'm fond of a drop myself
Whatever drink comes my way, it's down it goes
For fear that I might one day die of thirst!

And my darling asked me to give up the booze
Or I'd only be alive a short while more,
I told her straight out she was telling a lie
And that the drink extended my life's span.
Don't you see that bird with the smooth neck
That only a while ago perished with the thirst?
Ah, my pleasant people, wet your whistles
Because after death ye won't get a drop!