Do ghluais an bathlach beag tóstalach, Is poitín á fhreastal ar bhord aige, A d'iarraidh leanna chun cóisire, Chun iad a chuir ar na staraibh. Ar a theacht abhaile trí Bhóthar Tuir, [is] poitín á fhreastal ar chord aige [Do] thit an canna ar a thóin ar lic is siúd a chuid leanna le fána. Curfá: San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom (san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom (san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom is siúd a chuid leanna le fána Do bhuail an bhosa go deorach dubh is dúirt: "Táim creachta go deo leis sin" Nuair a bhí a channa gan tóin aige, 'S gan braon sa bhaile ach bláthach Do bhuail a bhosa go cráite ansin, is dúirt "Táim creachta go brách le sin, ar chuairt in aisce atáim anois, Gan chlú, gan ainm, gan árthach. Curfá San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom (san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom (san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom Gan chlú, gan ainm, gan árthach. [Do] bhí fuaim an asail mar cheol acu is dríodar práisce á ól mar phuins, rírá ag bacaigh le mórtais ann is nach orthu "bhí an eirí in airde?" [Do] bhí Síle Shalach mar chócaire ['cu] Is feoil ghabhair ghleabaigh á róst' ar bior, Go bhfaighe sí boladh dreoite uirthi ó bheith ina craiceann le ráite. Curfá: San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom (san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom (san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom Do ghluais an ghasra at sheol go moch Is Ni raibh capall ná cóiste acu Ach fotharaige chun pósa orthu Is iad ag dul go Cill Airne. Do bhuail an sagart sa ród iompú Is dóibh do bheannaigh go córach glic "Téigh abhaile is tóg tigh is cuirigí bhur capall ar stábla" Go deimhin a athar ní cóir duit sin Is ní dóigh go nglacfainn led' comhairle glic Ach téanam cois balla gus póirse linn Is béarfaimid cnagaire lán duit. Do bhuail ar fearg 's ba mhór a phluice "Ní raghad cois balla ná póirse libh, Ach faigh bhur gcaille 's bhur rogha fir is pósfad ar bholg na sráid iad"
Your little bathlach tóstalach moved , Póitín is being served on his table , A request for party beer , To put them on the staraibh . On coming home through Tuir Road , [ is ] being attended póitín he CHORD [ For ] the cans fell on his ass in lic who is the slope of ale . Chorus : San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom (san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom (san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom his ale as those with slope To hit a tearful clapping black and said : " I am so wound forever " When a tin without it sinking , And not a drop in the home but buttermilk To hit a lamentably then clapping , and said " I am a wound that never , I am visiting in charge now , Without fame , without a name , without a vessel . Chorus San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom (san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom (san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom Without fame , without a name , without a vessel . [ For ] the sound was like music to asses sediment is being consumed as phuins práisce , excitement at lame with pride to They are not " the lift ? " [ For ] Sheila was dirty as a chef [ ' cu ] Ghleabaigh goat meat is being Rost ' a bit , She may find it decayed smell from a skin said . Chorus : San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom (san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom (san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom For the group moved launched at early Most did not have a horse or coach But for marriage they fotharaige Are going to Killarney . To hit the road turned priest For blessed are they wearing sly " Go home and take a Rest your house, horse stable " In fact you should not be father Do not accept is that with your smart advice But Come along wall porch And we Béarfaimid woodpecker is a lot for you. Your anger hit 's a phluice appreciated " Maybe not to you along wall or porch , But get your gcaille ' s your choice pósfad men on the street are stomach "
I personally doubt it for a couple of reasons. 1.) This is an Irish song and not a Scottish one. 2.) Tweed waulking songs are call and response: line chorus line chorus as opposed to verse chorus verse chorus. This is an Irish Sean Nos song. In other words its a song in the Irish language sung accapella.
Beautyfull. Greats from Germany
Brilliant !!!
She has some kind of genius...don’t know what...
i'll say
Lyrics here: songsinirish.com/p/an-choisir-lyrics.html
Took a bit of searching and a lot of luck, but I think I found it; 'An Cóisir'. ;)
no luck on lyrics though.
Do ghluais an bathlach beag tóstalach,
Is poitín á fhreastal ar bhord aige,
A d'iarraidh leanna chun cóisire,
Chun iad a chuir ar na staraibh.
Ar a theacht abhaile trí Bhóthar Tuir,
[is] poitín á fhreastal ar chord aige
[Do] thit an canna ar a thóin ar lic
is siúd a chuid leanna le fána.
Curfá:
San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
is siúd a chuid leanna le fána
Do bhuail an bhosa go deorach dubh
is dúirt: "Táim creachta go deo leis sin"
Nuair a bhí a channa gan tóin aige,
'S gan braon sa bhaile ach bláthach
Do bhuail a bhosa go cráite ansin,
is dúirt "Táim creachta go brách le sin,
ar chuairt in aisce atáim anois,
Gan chlú, gan ainm, gan árthach.
Curfá
San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
Gan chlú, gan ainm, gan árthach.
[Do] bhí fuaim an asail mar cheol acu
is dríodar práisce á ól mar phuins,
rírá ag bacaigh le mórtais ann
is nach orthu "bhí an eirí in airde?"
[Do] bhí Síle Shalach mar chócaire ['cu]
Is feoil ghabhair ghleabaigh á róst' ar bior,
Go bhfaighe sí boladh dreoite uirthi
ó bheith ina craiceann le ráite.
Curfá:
San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
Do ghluais an ghasra at sheol go moch
Is Ni raibh capall ná cóiste acu
Ach fotharaige chun pósa orthu
Is iad ag dul go Cill Airne.
Do bhuail an sagart sa ród iompú
Is dóibh do bheannaigh go córach glic
"Téigh abhaile is tóg tigh
is cuirigí bhur capall ar stábla"
Go deimhin a athar ní cóir duit sin
Is ní dóigh go nglacfainn led' comhairle glic
Ach téanam cois balla gus póirse linn
Is béarfaimid cnagaire lán duit.
Do bhuail ar fearg 's ba mhór a phluice
"Ní raghad cois balla ná póirse libh,
Ach faigh bhur gcaille 's bhur rogha fir
is pósfad ar bholg na sráid iad"
Your little bathlach tóstalach moved ,
Póitín is being served on his table ,
A request for party beer ,
To put them on the staraibh .
On coming home through Tuir Road ,
[ is ] being attended póitín he CHORD
[ For ] the cans fell on his ass in lic
who is the slope of ale .
Chorus :
San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
his ale as those with slope
To hit a tearful clapping black
and said : " I am so wound forever "
When a tin without it sinking ,
And not a drop in the home but buttermilk
To hit a lamentably then clapping ,
and said " I am a wound that never ,
I am visiting in charge now ,
Without fame , without a name , without a vessel .
Chorus
San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
Without fame , without a name , without a vessel .
[ For ] the sound was like music to asses
sediment is being consumed as phuins práisce ,
excitement at lame with pride to
They are not " the lift ? "
[ For ] Sheila was dirty as a chef [ ' cu ]
Ghleabaigh goat meat is being Rost ' a bit ,
She may find it decayed smell
from a skin said .
Chorus :
San di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
(san) di-dee did-dle-dee di-dee dom
For the group moved launched at early
Most did not have a horse or coach
But for marriage they fotharaige
Are going to Killarney .
To hit the road turned priest
For blessed are they wearing sly
" Go home and take a Rest
your house, horse stable "
In fact you should not be father
Do not accept is that with your smart advice
But Come along wall porch And we
Béarfaimid woodpecker is a lot for you.
Your anger hit 's a phluice appreciated
" Maybe not to you along wall or porch ,
But get your gcaille ' s your choice
pósfad men on the street are stomach "
In case you haven´t found the lyrics yet.
How did this one get by me!
Is this a milling frolic?
I personally doubt it for a couple of reasons. 1.) This is an Irish song and not a Scottish one. 2.) Tweed waulking songs are call and response: line chorus line chorus as opposed to verse chorus verse chorus. This is an Irish Sean Nos song. In other words its a song in the Irish language sung accapella.
Well, it's definately got the rythm but not necessarily the tempo to be a milling song.