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Ceol a' Phíobaire 
Music of the Piper

      •  Traditional Irish
     •  I usually sing this in:  C
      •  Just humming alomg is welcome, too!

      •  You can find a recording of me singing 
          and playing the whole song on the 
          "Tracks” and  “Home” page.

      •  Of course there are many fine hacklers, weavers, 
          and workers, but the singer doesn't want the 
          love interest to know that!



•   Your cue to start singing is when I sing “A ….”.

A        mhuirnín          dílis              'fhaoilí   ó
A        were-neen       jay-lish        ay-lee oh
My     darling              true love
 

1.
Má phósann tú an siostalóir, 
Is tú a bheas ag caoineadh                      
A mhuirnín dílis 'fhaoilí ó;

Ó, beidh tú do thachtadh
Le barrach na tíre         
A mhuirnín dílis 'fhaoilí ó;

Ó, beidh tú 'do shuí 
go mbeidh sé an meán oíche 
Ag síordhó na gcoinneal
'S ag sciobadh an lín dó

Míle b'fhearr 
duit mise agat,  
Is ceol binn mo phíoba 
A mhuirnín dílis 'fhaoilí ó.


2.
Má phósann tú an fíodóir,
Is tú a bheas ag caoineadh 
A mhuirnín dílis 'fhaoilí ó;

Beidh céad luig laig 
Ag an úim a scaoileadh 
A mhuirnín dílis 'fhaoilí ó;

Ó, beidh tú 'do shuí 
go mbeidh sé an meán oíche 
Ag síordhó na gcoinneal 
'S ag crónán fán íneadh

Míle b'fhearr  
duit mise agat, 
Is ceol binn mo phíoba 
A mhuirnín dílis 'fhaoilí ó .
 

3.
Má phósann tú an t-oibrí, 
Is tú a bheas go h-aoibhinn 
A mhuirnín dílis 'fhaoilí ó;

Gheobhaidh tú marcaíocht 
Chun na n-aontaí         
A mhuirnín dílis 'fhaoilí ó;

Cha bhíonn tú do shuí 
go mbeidh sé an mean oíche 
Beidh airgead i do phocaí  
‘Us ór bui ‘na phíosaí 

Ach, ba mhíle  b'fhearr 
duit mise agat  
Is ceol binn mo phíoba          
A mhuirnín dílis 'fhaoilí ó.

1.
If you marry the hackler,  
It’s you who will be lamenting       
My darling true love; 

Oh,  you will be smothering
In the tow of the land         
My darling true love; 

Oh, you will be up 
'til midnight 
Forever burning the candle
And sorting flax for him 

It would be a thousand times better 
for you to have me, 
And the sweet music of my pipes 
My  darling true love.


2.
If you marry the weaver,
It’s you who will be lamenting      
My darling true love;

There will be a hundred rattles
From the loom harness loosening
My darling true love; 

Oh, you will be up 
'til midnight 
Forever burning the candle 
And moaning about the poverty 

It would be a thousand times better 
for you to have me, 
And the sweet music of my pipes 
My  darling true love. 


3.
If you marry the worker, 
You will be lovely   
My darling true love;

You’ll be getting rides
To the fair 
My darling true love;

You won’t be up 
'til midnight 
There will be money in your pockets 
And gold pieces 

Still, it would be a thousand times better
for you to have me  
And the sweet music of my pipes 
My darling true love.