Iarla Ó Lionáird - Coaineadh Na Dtrí Muire (Lament of the Three Marys)
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- Опубліковано 26 вер 2024
- O Peter, apostle, hast thou seen mine Love so bright?
Alas and woe to me!
I saw Him in the midst of His enemies tonight.
Alas and woe to me!
Come to me thou two Marys (Mary Magdalene & Mary of Cleopas) and mourne with me.
Alas and woe to me!
What have we to mourne without His bones?
Alas and woe to me!
Who is that fine Man upon the passion tree?
Alas and woe to me!
It is thy Son, O mother, dost thou not recognize Me?
Alas and woe to me!
Is that the wee Babe I borne nine months in mine womb?
Alas and woe to me!
That wast born in a stable when no one would give us room?
Alas and woe to me!
Is that the wee Son that wast nourished at Mary's breast?
Alas and woe to me!
Listen, mother, and do not be sorrowful.
Alas and woe to me!
And is that the hammer that drove the nails through Thee?
Alas and woe to me!
Or is that the spear that pierced Thy pure heart through?
Alas and woe to me!
My Son, great is Thy burden, let Thy mother helpest Thou carry it.
Alas and woe to me!
Little mother, we each must carry our own Cross.
Alas and woe to me!
Wow what is this style called and where can I hear more
Traditional Irish Sean-Nós singing! It's very emotive and beautiful.
@@Joshualbatross thank you!
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Do you know what the words translate to in English? Fascinating.
O Peter, apostle, have you seen my Love so bright?
Alas and woe to me!
I saw Him in the midst of His enemies tonight.
Alas and woe to me!
Come to me you two Marys (Mary Magdalene & Mary of Cleophas,) and mourne with me.
Alas and woe to me!
What have we to mourne without His bones?
Alas and woe to me!
Who is that fine Man upon the passion tree?
Alas and woe to me!
It is your Son, O mother, don't you recognize Me?
Alas and woe to me!
Is that the wee Babe I borne nine months in my womb?
Alas and woe to me!
That was born in a stable when no one would give us room?
Alas and woe to me!
Is that the wee Son that was nourished at Mary's breast?
Alas and woe to me!
Listen, mother, and do not be sorrowful.
Alas and woe to me!
And is that the hammer that drove the nails through You?
Alas and woe to me!
Or is that the spear that pierced Your pure heart through?
Alas and woe to me!
My Son, great is Your burden, let Your mother help You carry it.
Alas and woe to me!
Little mother, we each must carry our own cross.
Alas and woe to me!
@@Joshualbatross oh my heavens… this is INCREDIBLE. Absolutely beautiful and even mystical. Wow. Thank you so much!!