Chunna mise a-raoir
Na balaich againn fhìn
An teas marbhtach na grèin’
B’ ann air a’ mhàirds’ a bha na seòid
Am fàsach fada thall
Oh seinn, seinn
Phìobair’ an aona-phuirt
Tog ort do phìob
Chan eil cail ùr fon ghrèin
Mort, fuath agus bàs
An ainm nar n-uachdaran fhèin
‘S ann mar seo a bha e a-riamh
An cogadh no sìth
Nar tràillean do dh’iompaireachd chèin
Oh seinn, seinn
Phìobair’ an aona-phuirt
Tog ort do phìob
Is lìonmhor na laoich
A chaidh romhpa gu blàr
Cràth is cruadal nan dàn
‘S nuair a sheinneas a’ Phìob
An cois fuaim a’ bhlàir mhòir
Mar pheilear thèid iad an sàs
Is leanaidh iad dlùth
Rin sinnsir ‘s an cliù
‘S thèid an spadadh ‘s an reubadh air an raon
Balaich thapaidh threun
An cuid armachd nan làimh
A’ dol a dh’ ionnsaigh buaidh no bàs
Ach am faclan Dhòmhnaill Ruaidh*
Gum bi buaidh leis na seòid
‘S gun till iad sàbhailte slàn
Oh seinn, seinn
Phìobair’ an aona-phuirt
Seinn an aon phort a-rithist
*Dòmhnall Ruadh Choruna – Na Camshronaich san Fhraing
Na balaich againn fhìn
An teas marbhtach na grèin’
B’ ann air a’ mhàirds’ a bha na seòid
Am fàsach fada thall
Oh seinn, seinn
Phìobair’ an aona-phuirt
Tog ort do phìob
Chan eil cail ùr fon ghrèin
Mort, fuath agus bàs
An ainm nar n-uachdaran fhèin
‘S ann mar seo a bha e a-riamh
An cogadh no sìth
Nar tràillean do dh’iompaireachd chèin
Oh seinn, seinn
Phìobair’ an aona-phuirt
Tog ort do phìob
Is lìonmhor na laoich
A chaidh romhpa gu blàr
Cràth is cruadal nan dàn
‘S nuair a sheinneas a’ Phìob
An cois fuaim a’ bhlàir mhòir
Mar pheilear thèid iad an sàs
Is leanaidh iad dlùth
Rin sinnsir ‘s an cliù
‘S thèid an spadadh ‘s an reubadh air an raon
Balaich thapaidh threun
An cuid armachd nan làimh
A’ dol a dh’ ionnsaigh buaidh no bàs
Ach am faclan Dhòmhnaill Ruaidh*
Gum bi buaidh leis na seòid
‘S gun till iad sàbhailte slàn
Oh seinn, seinn
Phìobair’ an aona-phuirt
Seinn an aon phort a-rithist
*Dòmhnall Ruadh Choruna – Na Camshronaich san Fhraing
envoyé par Riccardo Venturi - 11/3/2007 - 20:34
Langue: anglais
English Version from Songs For Change
THE GAEL IN BASRA
I saw last night
Our very own lads
In the murderous heat of the sun
Heroes on the march
In a far desert land
Oh sing, sing
Piper, play the same old tune
Strike up and play
There’s nothing new under the sun
Murder, death and hate
In the name of our leaders.
It’s always been this way
In war or in peace
Slaves to a foreign empire
Oh sing, sing
Piper, play the same old tune
Strike up and play
Many are the heroes
Who went before them to war
Pain and suffering their destiny
And when the pipe plays
In the noise of battle
Like a bullet they will charge
Following too close
Their forefathers’ fame
Lying slaughtered and torn in the field
Strong healthy lads
Ready at arms
Toward victory or death
But in Red Donald’s words*
Victory to the heroes
Let them return safe and well.
Oh sing, sing
Piper, play the same old tune
Play the same old tune again.
* Red Donald of Coruna (Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna) – From his poem The Camerons in France.
I saw last night
Our very own lads
In the murderous heat of the sun
Heroes on the march
In a far desert land
Oh sing, sing
Piper, play the same old tune
Strike up and play
There’s nothing new under the sun
Murder, death and hate
In the name of our leaders.
It’s always been this way
In war or in peace
Slaves to a foreign empire
Oh sing, sing
Piper, play the same old tune
Strike up and play
Many are the heroes
Who went before them to war
Pain and suffering their destiny
And when the pipe plays
In the noise of battle
Like a bullet they will charge
Following too close
Their forefathers’ fame
Lying slaughtered and torn in the field
Strong healthy lads
Ready at arms
Toward victory or death
But in Red Donald’s words*
Victory to the heroes
Let them return safe and well.
Oh sing, sing
Piper, play the same old tune
Play the same old tune again.
* Red Donald of Coruna (Dòmhnall Ruadh Chorùna) – From his poem The Camerons in France.
envoyé par Riccardo Venturi - 11/3/2007 - 20:35
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From/da Songs For Change
"Norman MacArthur is a piper and singer/songwriter in the Gaelic group Meantime. Along with his bandmates he is one of very few who are actually writing contemporary songs in Gaelic. 'I wrote this song after seeing images on the news of Scottish soldiers in the the Black Watch regiment marching into Basra in Iraq being led by the pipes playing The Black Bear. I felt quite confused by what I felt. On the one hand I was proud of them, on the other I was angry. Scottish soldiers fighting and dying under a British flag. Indeed fighting under an American flag in an illegal war. It reminded me of footage from the First and Second World Wars yet here we are again listening to and following the piper playing the same old tune.'"