Repertoire
De wereld van de Keltische muziek
Mijn repertoire bestaat voornamelijk uit liederen en tunes uit Keltische gebieden. Daarbij zing ik zoveel mogelijk in de oorspronkelijke taal. De arrangementen voor de harp bij de zang maak ik zelf.
Bij elk lied is de tekst en eventuele vertaling toegevoegd. Heeft u interesse in de bladmuziek van mijn arrangementen, neem dan contact met me op. In de komende periode zullen ook opnames toegevoegd worden.
Txoria txori
Mikel Laboa, Baskenland
Taal: Bask
Het nummer werd in 1974 uitgegeven door Mikel laboa. Het gaat over vrijheid en de ander laten zijn wie hij of zij is. Het lied is een symbool voor de vrijheid van het Baskenland geworden.
Lyrics:
Txoria Txori
Hegoak ebaki banizkio
nerea izango zen,
ez zuen aldegingo
Hegoak ebaki banizkio
nerea izango zen,
ez zuen aldegingo
Bainan, honela
ez zen gehiago txoria izango
Bainan, honela
ez zen gehiago txoria izango
eta nik… txoria nuen maite
eta nik… txoria nuen maite
English translation:
The bird is a bird
If I had cut its wings
It would have been mine
It would not have escaped
But then,
It would no longer be a bird.
And I… I loved what was a bird.
Lady Keith's Lament
Traditional, Schotland
Taal: Scottish
Vol verlangen wordt gewacht op de terugkeer van de verbannen koning, zodat zij weer een Lady zal zijn.
Lyrics:
Lady Keith’s Lament
I may sit in my wee croo hoose,
wi’ my rock and my reel tae toil, fu’ dreary,
And I may think on the day that’s gane,
and will sigh and sab till I am weary,
I ne’er could brook, I ne’er could brook,
a foreign loon tae own or flatter,
But I will sing a rantin’ sang,
that day oor King comes o’er the water.
Oh I hae seen the guid auld day,
the day o’ pride and chieftain’s glory,
When Royal Stuart bare the sway,
and we ne’er heard tell o’ Whig or Tory,
Tho’ lyart be my locks and gray,
auld age has crook’t me doon, what matter,
I’ll dance and sing ae ither day,
that day oor King comes o’er the water.
Oh gin I live tae see the day,
that I hae begged and begged frae heaven,
I’ll fling my rock and reel away,
and I’ll dance and sing frae morn till even,
For there is ane I widnae name,
wha comes the beengin’ byke tae scatter,
And I will put on my bridal goon,
that day oor King comes o’er the water.
A curse on dull and drawlin’ Whig,
the whinin’ rantin’ low deceiver,
Wi’ heart sae black and look sae big,
and cantin’ tongue o’ clishmaclaver,
My faither was a guid Lord’s son,
my mither was and Earl’s daughter,
And I will be Lady Keith again,
that day oor King comes O’er the water.
English translation:
beengin’byke = growth of the Whig party
clishmaclaver = idle gossip
I may sit in my wee old house
At the spinning wheel to toil so dreary
I may think of a day that is gone
And sigh and some till I grow weary
I ne’er could brook I ne’er could brook
A foreign king to own or flatter
And I will sing a ranting song
The day our king comes o’er the water
I have seen the good old day
The day of pride and chieftain’s glory
When royal Stuart held the sway
And none heard tell of Whig or Tory
Though silver be my hair one day
And age has struck me down what matter
I’ll dance and sing the happy day
The day our king comes o’er the water
If I live to see the day
That i have begged and begged from Heaven
I’ll fling my rock and reel away
And dance and sing from morn till evening
For there is one I will not name
Who comes the beengin’byke to scatter
And I’ll put on my bridal gown
The day our king comes o’er the water
A curse on dull and drawling Whig
The whining ranting low deceiver
With heart so black and lies so big
The canting tongue of clishmclaver
My father was a good lord’s son
My mother was an earl’s daughter
And I’ll be Lady Keith again
The day our king comes o’er the water
Gloomy winter's noo awa
Traditional, Schotland
Taal: Scottish
Een liefdesgedicht geschreven door Robert Tannahill (1774-1810). De melodie is gebaseerd op de tune: Lord Balgownie’s Favourite.
Lyrics:
Gloomy Winter’s Noo Awa
Gloomy winter’s noo awa, soft the westlin’ breezes blaw
Amang the birks o’ Stanley shaw, the mavis sings fu’ cheerie O
Sweet the crawflower’s early bell, decks Gleniffer’s dewy dell
Bloomin’ like your bonnie sel’, my ain my darlin’ dearie O
Come my lassie let us stray o’er Glenkilloch’s sunny brae
And blythely spend the gowden day ‘midst joys that never wearie O
O trees may bud and birds may sing, flowers may bloom and verdure spring
But joy to me they canna bring, unless wi’ ye my dearie O
Towerin’ o’er the Newton woods, lav’rocks fan the snow white clouds
And siller saughs wi’ downy buds, adorn the banks sae brierie O
Round the sylvan fairy nooks, feathery breckans fringe the rocks
And ‘neath the brae the burnie jouks, and ilka thing is cheerie O
Come my lassie let us stray o’er Glenkilloch’s sunny brae
And blythely spend the gowden day ‘midst joys that never wearie O
O trees may bud and birds may sing, flowers may bloom and verdure spring
But joy to me they canna bring, unless wi’ ye my dearie O
English translation:
Birks: birches
Brae: hillside
Breckan: bracken, wild fern
Shaw: small wood
Mavis: song-thrush
Crawflower: wild hyacinth or English bluebell
Lav’rocks: larks
Siller: silver
Saugh: willow
Mist covered mountains
Traditional, Schotland
Taal: English | Scottish Gaelic
Het verlangen om terug te keren naar de plek waar je geboren bent en waar je thuis komt. Het wordt in het Engels en Scottish Gaelic gezongen. Ik heb deze combinatie gemaakt om de luisteraar iets mee te geven van de tekst.
Lyrics:
Chi Mi Na Mórbheanna – Mist covered mountains
Oh ro soon shall I see them
Oh he ro see them oh see them
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
Mist covered mountains of home
There shall I visit the place of my birth
And they’ll give me a welcome the warmest on earth
All so loving and kind full of music and mirth
In the sweet sounding language of home
O chì, chì mi na mórbheanna
O chì, chì mi na córrbheana
O chì, chì mi na coireachan
Chì mi na sgorran fo chèo
Chì mi ann coilltean, chì mi ann doireachan
Chì mi ann maghan bàna is toraiche
Chì mi na féidh air làr nan coireachan
Falaicht’ an trusgan de chèo
O chì, chì mi na mórbheanna
O chì, chì mi na córrbheana
O chì, chì mi na coireachan
Chì mi na sgorran fo chèo
Hail to the mountains with summits of blue
To the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew
To the women and men ever constant and true
Ever ready to welcome one home
Oh ro soon shall I see them
Oh he ro see them oh see them
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
Mist covered mountains of home
English translation:
Oh I see, I see the great mountains
Oh I see, I see the lofty mountains
Oh I see, I see the corries
I see the peaks onder the mist
I see woods there, I see thickets
I see fair, fertile lands there
I see the deer on the ground of the corries
Shrouded in a garment of mist
Oh I see, I see the great mountains
Oh I see, I see the lofty mountains
Oh I see, I see the corries
I see the peaks onder the mist
Time wears awa
Traditional, Schotland
Taal: Scottish
De tijd verstrijkt, maar laten wij de winnaar zijn. Drie fases van het leven en de liefde worden beschreven. De prille onschuld, de tegenslagen en de berusting.
Lyrics:
Time wears awa’
Oh but the oors rin fast awa, like the Kelvin tae the Clyde
Sin on its bonnie gowan banks I wooed thee for my bride
My ain dear love, sae sweet and young, sae artless and sae fair
Then love was a’ the grief we kent, and you my only care
Time wears awa, time wears awa
An’ winna let us be
It stole the wild rose frae my cheek
An’ the blythe blink frae your ee
When woods were green and flooers fair, and you were a’ my ain
I little reckoned what years would bring o’ poortith, toil an pain
Some waefu’ oors hae flapped their wings, dark shadows ower oor lot
Sin like twa cushats o’ the glen, we strayed in this dear spot
The voices o’ these happy days steal on oor dreams by night
An cherished mem’ries rise and glow wi’ their departed light
But still the birds and burnies sing their ‘wildered melodies
As in the gowden dawn o’ life when we were young and free
A Maid That's Deep in Love
Traditional
Taal: English
Verkleed als matroos gaat ze haar grote liefde achterna naar Amerika.
Lyrics:
A Maid That’s Deep in Love
I am a maid that’s deep in love
But yes I can complain
I have in this world but one true love
And Jimmy is his name
And if I do not find my love
I’ll mourn most constantly
And I’ll find and follow Jimmy thro’
The lands of liberty
Then I’ll cut off my yellow hair
Men’s clothing I’ll wear on
I’ll sign to a bold sea captain
My passage I’ll work free
And I’ll find and follow Jimmy thro’
The lands of liberty
One night upon the raging sea
As we were going to bed
The captain cried “Farewell my boy,
I wish you were a maid
Your rosy cheeks, your ruby lips
They are enticing me
And I wish dear God with all my heart
A maid you were to me”
“Then hold your tongue, dear captain
Such talk is all in vain
And if the sailors find it out
They’ll laugh and make much game
For when we reach Columbia shore
Some prettier girls you’ll gain
It was no three days after
Our ship it reached the shore
“Adieu my loving captain
Adieu for evermore
For once I was a sailor on sea
But now I am a maid on shore
So adieu to you and all your crew
With you I’ll sail no more”
“Come back, come back, my own pretty maid
Come back and marry me
I have ten thousand pounds in gold
And that I’ll give to thee
So come back, come back, my own pretty maid
Come back and marry me”
Seallaibh Curaigh Eoghainn
Traditional, Schotland
Taal: Scottish Gaelic
Mouthmusic
Lyrics:
Seallaibh Curaigh Eòghainn
O, seallaibh curaigh Eòghainn,
Is còig ràimh fhichead oirre.
Seallaibh curaigh Eòghainn
‘S i seachad air a’ Rubha Bhàn.
Bidh Eòghainn, Bidh Eòghainn,
Bidh Eòghainn na sgiobair oirr’,
Bidh Eòghainn, Bidh Eòghainn,
‘S i seachad air a’ Rubha Bhàn.
English translation:
Oh, look at Ewan’s coracle
With twenty-five oars on her.
Look at Ewan’s coracle
And she is passing the White Point.
Ewan will be, Ewan will be
Ewan will be the captain on her,
Ewan will be, Ewan will be,
And she is passing the White Point.
Hùg Air A' Bhonaid Mhòir
Traditional, Schotland
Taal: Scottish Gaelic
Mouthmusic
Lyrics:
Hùg Air a’ Bhonaid Mhòir
Hùg air a’ bhonaid mhòir
Cuiribh oirre ’s leigibh leatha
Tuilleadh air a’ bhonaid eile
Chan eil leth gu leòr oirre
Bhonaid a bh’ aig Dòmhnall Bàn
Ann an Bothalam na tàmh
Bha i uiread ris an spàrr
B’ àird’ i na lòban
Da thàbh air an fharaidh
Tha rud shìos anns a charaidh
Da thàbh air an fharaidh
Tha rud aig an fhaoileig
Ged tha mi gun rud agam
Tha rud shìos anns a’ charaidh
Ged tha mi gun rud agam
Tha rud aig an fhaoileig
English translation:
Celebrate the great bonnet
Add to it, leave it alone
More on the other bonnet
There’s not half enough on it
Donald Ban’s bonnet
Is to be found in Bothalam
It was as high as the roof joist
Higher than the corn-stack frame
Two spoon-nets in the loft
There’s something in the fish-trap
Two spoon-nets in the loft
The seagull has a catch
Although I’m empty-handed
There’s something in the fish-trap
Although I’m empty-handed
The seagull has a catch
Bràighe loch Iall
Traditional, Schotland
Taal: Scottish Gaelic
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Lyrics:
Bràighe Loch Iall
O thèid is gun tèid
O thèid mi thairis
Gu innis nam bò
Far an ceòlmhòr ainnir
Ill ò bha hò
S’na hao ri ri rì o hi
Hoireann o gù o hill ò bha hò
Is earbag nan stùc
Tha lùghmhor eangar
Gu Bràighe Loch Iall
Far am bith fiadh s’an langan
Ill ò bha hò…
A bhean an fhuilt rèidh
Guidheam fhèin dhut mo bheannachd
Mo beannachd ad dhèidh
Ged is fheudar bhith dealaicht
Ill ò bha hò…
O thèid is gun tèid
O thèid mi dhachaidh
Gu Bràighe Loch Iall
Far am bith fiadh s’an langan
Ill ò bha hò…
English translation:
Oh I’ll go, I’ll surely go
Oh I will go over
To the cattle grazings
Where the young women are tuneful
Ill ò bha hò…
And the little roe of the peaks
So nimble and lightfooted
To the Braes of Locheil
Where the bellowing stags are
Ill ò bha hò…
Girl with the glossy hair
I give you my blessing
My blessing go with you
Though we had to part
Ill ò bha hò…
Oh I’ll go, I’ll surely go
Oh I will go home
To the Braes of Locheil
Where the bellowing stags are
Ill ò bha hò…
Calum Sguire
Traditional, Schotland
Taal: Scottish Gaelic
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Lyrics:
Calum Sgaire
Och a Rìgh gur trom m’ osna
‘S fhada ò mo luaidh anochd mi
Mise tuath air Ceann Lochlainn
‘S ise aig Loch an Fhir Mhaoil
Air fail a ra u
Fail eile ’s a ra u
Fail eile ’s a ra u
Hogaidh o ’s na ho i
Ged is math a bhith seòladh
‘S olc a tha i ‘gam chòrdadh
‘S mòr gum b’ fheàrr a bhith ‘m Bòsta
Cur an eòrna ‘san raon
Air fail a ra u…
Ach nam bithinn-sa aig baile
A shamhradh ’s a dh’ earrach
‘S mi nach leigeadh mo leannan
Ri balach gun strìth
Air fail a ra u…
English translation:
Oh Lord, I’ve a heavy, sighing heart
My love is far away from me tonight
I’m away in the north at the Cape of Norway
While she’s at Loch an Fhir Mhaoil
Air fail a ra u…
Though it is enjoyable to be sailing
I cannot say I’m enjoying it just now
I would rather be in Bosta
Planting the corn in the field
Air fail a ra u…
If only I could be at home
Both summer and spring
I would never allow another man
To have my love without a fight
Air fail a ra u…