The song below is in honor of Dale, Brendon and their four Irish wolfhounds. In the picture above young Brighid is making John feel right at home.
Mna na h Eireann
versions: Sinead O'Connor; Kate Bush; The Chieftains (instrumental); The one in Barry Lyndon
Ta bean in Eirinn a phronnfadh sead damh is mo shaith le n-o
'S ta beann in Erinn is sa binne leithe mo rafla ceoil no seinm thead
Ata bean in Eirinn is niorbh fhearr le beo
Mise ag leimnigh no leagtha ! gcre is mo tharr faoi fhod
Ta bean in Eirinn a bheadh ag ead, liom mur bhfaighinn ach pog
0 bihean ar aonach, nach ait an sceala, is mo dhaimh fein leo
Ta bean ab fhearr lom no cath is cead dhiobh nach bhfagham go de
Is ta cailin speiruil ag fear gan bhearla, dubghranna croin
Ta bean a dearfaidh da siulainn leithe go bhfaighinn an t-or
Is ta bean 'na leine is is fearr a mein no na tainte bo
Le bean a bhuairfeadh baile an mhaoir agus clar thin eoghaln
Is ni fhaicim leigheas ar mo ghalar fein ach scaird a dh'ol
Women of Ireland
There's a woman in Ireland who'd give me a gem and a pint,
There's a woman in Ireland to who likes my song not strings
There's a woman in Ireland who'd like me better leaping
Than laid in the clay and my belly under the sod
There's a woman in Ireland who'd grudge me a kiss
From a woman at a fair, strange! The love I have for them...
There's a woman I'd shun an army for, and 100 I'll never get
While a swarthy man with no English has a beautiful girl.
There's a woman who'd promise gold if I walked with her
And one in a nightdress whose mien beats herds of cows
With a woman who'd deafen Ballymoor and Tyrone
And I see no cure for my disease but to give up the drink
more about "Mná na h-Éireann"
(yes, I don't know what it's all about either)
