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Date Posted: 08:44:32 12/01/07 Sat
Author: Melva T
Subject: The Irish had very high hopes that the Bonnie Prince would succeed. The group "Celic Women" do a wonderful version of Mo Ghile Mear. The song, written about Charlie, gives you an idea of the conditions the Irish were living in under English rule. Inside for the lyrics. >>>
In reply to: tlk2vicki 's message, " QOTD Saturday, December 1, 2007" on 19:19:29 11/30/07 Fri

This is a rough English translation of the Irish song:

Mo Ghile Mear = My Gallant Darling

1. Chorus:
He's my champion my Gallant Darling, he's my Caesar, a Gallant Darling,
I've found neither rest nor fortune since my Gallant Darling went far away.

2.
Once I was gentle maiden,
but now I'm a spent, worn-out widow,
my consort strongly plowing the waves,
over the hills and far away.

3.
Every day I'm constantly enduring grief,
weeping nitterly and shedding tears,
because my lively lad has left me
and no news is told of him - alas.

4.
The cuckoo doesn't sing cheerfully after noon,
And the sound of hounds isn't heard in the nut-tree woods,
Nor a summer morning in a misty glen
Since my my lively boy went away from me.

5.
Gallant Darling for a while under sorrow,
And Ireland completely under black cloaks;
I have found neither rest nor fortune
Since my Gallant Darling went far away.

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