Lyrics, Translations,
&
Choruses
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.