For those of you who haven’t got it yet, here are the transcripts.
1.
Starka virna vestilie
Obadeea, obadeea
Starka, virna, vestilie
Obadeea, monye.
Stala, stoita, stonga raer
O, whit says du da bunshka baer?
O, whit says du da bunshka baer?
Litra mae vee drengie.
Starka virna vestilie
Obadeea, obadeea
Starka, virna, vestilie
Obadeea, monye.
Saina, papa wara
Obadeea, obadeea
Saina, papa wara
Obadeea, monye.
The song is a lullaby about a small fishing vessel in a storm. Here is a literal translation.
Stark wind westerly
O by dear! men
Stow, stay, stong-rays (yardarms)
O what do you say the boatkin will bear
Like me that well, drengs (lads)
Stark wind westerly
O by dear, o by dear
Stark wind westerly
O by dear, o by dear
Stark wind westerly
O by dear, men
Sign (make the sign of the cross = bless) us, Father of ours
Stark wind westerly
O by dear, o by dear
Stark wind westerly
O by dear, men
Sign us, Father of ours
2.
Yerstey w'had a baree, gist ing oor hoane,
Aar gentrize ware bibbern, aamzil cou no stoane.
Yith Muzleare had ba hole, t'was mee Tommeen,
At by mizluck was ee-pit t'drive in.
Joud an moud vrem earchee ete was ee Lough.
Zitch vaperreen, an shimmereen, fan ee-daf ee aar scoth!
Zitch blakeen, an blayeen, fan ee ball was ee-drowe!
Ch’ote well aar aim was t'yie ouz n'eer a blowe.
Mot w'all aar boust, hi soon was ee-teight
At aar errone was var ameing 'ar 'ngish ee-height.
Zitch vezzeen, tarvizzeen, 'tell than w'ne'er zey.
Nore zichel ne'er well, nowe, nore ne'er mey.
Many a bra draught by Tommeen was ee-maate;
Ee cowlee-man, fausteen, zey well 'twas ee- naate.
Yith w'had any lhuck, oor naame wode b'zung,
Vrem Choure here aloghe up to Cargun.
Than came ee shullereen, ee teap an corkite;
Hi kinket a kilt, ee vewe aam 'twode snite.
Zim dellen harnothès w'aar nize ee reed cley:
More trolleen, an yalpeen, an moulteen away.
T' brek up ee bathès h' had na poustee;
Tommeen was lous, an zo was a baree.
Oore hart cam' t'oore mouth, an zo w' all ee-green
Th' hap, an ee ferde, an ee crie, was Tommee
The song describes scoring a goal (baree) in a hurling match. Here it is rendered as closely as possible into standard English with a glossary of terms.
Yest’day we had baree just in our hands,
their gentry were bibbing, themselves couldn’t stand
If mislearn had been held, t’was my Tommeen,
That by misluck was put the drive in.
Joud and moud from each an airt was in the Lough
Such vapouring and shimmering, when doffed in their scoff
Such blaring and bleating, when the ball was a-thrown
I wot well their aim was t’gie us ne’er a-blown
But wi’ all their boasts, they soon was a-tied.
That their errand was far aiming in anguish a-highed
Such fizzing, tar-fizzing till we ne’er say
Nor such never well, now, nor never may
Many a braw draw by Tommeen was a-made.
The goalie-man, foost’ring, say well twas a-nade
If we had any luck, our name would be sung,
From Choure here a-low up to Cargun
Then came the shouldering, the tip and corkite.
They tripped and kiltered, the few of them snite
Some delving hare-nuts was nose in red clay.
More rolling, and yelping and moulting away.
To break up the bats they had no poustee
Tommeen was loose, and so was a baree
Our hearts came to our mouths, and so was all a-gi’n
The hap and the fear, and the cry, was Tommeen
Baree = goal (Ir. G = a goal in hurling)
Bibbing = trembling (M.E. biviren = to tremble)
Joud = troops (O.F. geude = foot soldier)
Moud = crowds (M.E. mot = specks)
Airt = direction (M.E. airth = quarter of the compass)
Scoff = best shirt (Ir. scoth = best, choice)
I wot = I know (M.E. ich wot = I know)
Foostering = trembling (Ir. Fústar = flurry, fuss)
a-nade = prepared (M.E. Net = netted)
Corkite = crooked (M.E. kroken = crooked)
Snite = snotted (M.E. snyten = to blow the nose)
Poustee = power (O.F. poeste = power)
