ABSTRACT
Two Donegal Folksongs Oh Lord, such artful grace going down the glen last night; Escaping through the moss, and a calmness in the light. Darling one, such sweetness, but our loving all in vain. Oh King of heaven’s brightness give us last night again.
Is a Rí nár lághach an ealadhain/ ag gabhail síos an gleann aréir;/ Ag ealodh fríd an chaonach,/ agus ciúnas ins an spéir./ Rún mo chléibh nár mhilis,/ ach a’sfigrudh croidhe nár ghoirid,/ Is a Rí na glóire gile/ tabhair arais an oidhche aréir.
O sweetheart, O love, don’t wed the old man with grey hair, But marry a young man like me, though he last but a year; Or you’ll be in the end without grandson or son for your care, In both evening and morning a-weeping the heaviest tear.A chuisle ‘s a stór ná pós an seanduine liath,/ Ach pós an fear óg, mo leó, mur’ mairidh sé ach bliadhain;/ Nó beidh tu go fóill gan ua ná mac os do chionn,/ Sileadh a’ndeór tráthnóna nó’r maidin go trom.
