Seóthó, a thoil, ná goil go fóill,
Do gheobhair gan dearmad taisce gach seoid
Do bhí ag do shinsear ríoga romhat
In Éirinn liath-ghlas Choinn is Eoghain.
Seóthó, a thoil, ná goil go fóill,
Seóthó, a thoil, ná goil aon deoir,
Seóthó, a linbh, a chumainn ’s a stóir,
Tú ag sileadh na súl is do chom gan lón.
Ar dtúis nuair chonac an fhinne-bhean óg,
A súil ba ghlaise is bhí luisne ’na snó,
Níor dhiúltaigh mise nuair dhruideas ’na treo,
Is mo chumha, níor thuigeas an tuirse a bhí romham.
Seóthó, srl
A súil chum toirmisc cliste go leor,
Cúileann d’imreadh cluiche na n-óg,
Is í d’fhúig mise fá iomarca bróin,
Ag luascadh linbh is ag sileadh na ndeor.
Seóthó, srl
Do gheobhair ar dtúis an t-úll id’ dhóid
Do bhí ag an dtriúr i gclúid id’ chomhair,
An staf bhí ag Pan - ba ghreanta an tseoid –
’S an tslat bhí ag Maois ghníodh díon is treoir.
Seóthó srl
Do gheobhair ’na bhfochair sin lomra an óir
Thug Jason tréan don Ghréig ar bord,
’S an tréan-each cuthaigh mear cumasach óg
Do bhí ag Coin Chulainn, ceann urraidh na sló.
Seóthó, srl |
Hush, my love, don’t cry a while.
You will have jewels in store without fail,
All that was owned by your royal line
In the green-clad Ireland of Conn and Eoghan.
Hush, my love, don’t cry a while,
Hush, my love, don’t cry a tear,
Hush, my child, my treasure, my dear,
Your belly is empty and you’re crying sore.
When first I saw the fair young woman
With the greenest eyes, and a glowing complexion,
My advances she did not reject
But little I thought of the sorrowful ending.
Hush, my love, etc.
She had an eye that was made for trouble,
This beauty could play the games of the young
And leave me here in deepest dejection,
Rocking a child and heavily weeping.
Hush, my love, etc.
First you shall get in your fist the apple
Put aside for you by the three Graces,
The staff of Pan – a notable treasure –
And the rod of Moses which guided and protected him.
Hush, my love, etc.
You shall get as well the golden fleece
Which great Jason brought on the sea to Greece
And the swift, sturdy, mettlesome horse
Which belonged to Cuchulainn, leader of hosts.
Hush, my love, etc |
