MacEdward Leach and the Songs of Atlantic Canada
Òran SeÒlaidh
(Sailing Song)
George MacAskill CB 1 Tape 9 Track 8
Englishtown Audio:
Milling Song

Gaelic

Chorus:
Hi ri hiu agus o
Mo chrìdhe trom cha chàraich e
Cha thaobh na caileagan mi
Bho sheòl mi fhèin nam mharaiche.

'S iomadh oidhche fhliuch is fhuar
Bha gaoth tuath is frasan ann
Bha mise air bhàrr nan stuadh
Cha b'e sud uair an fhàirichadh.

Bha sinn ann "crewa" treun
Gu robh mi fhèin is Seonaidh ìnnt'
Bha Ali broinein air ar ceann
Gun teagamh caillear fear-eiginn.

Sheòl mi deas is sheòl mi tuath
Thug mi ruaig a Bhaltimore
Cha do thachair rium ach cruaidh
Ri m' fhuadach mach a Garioch.

Dh'èibh an caiptean 's e gu h-ìosal
Islichibh a'canabhas
Thubhairt am "mate" 's e tighinn a nuas
Gur olc an uair ma chaillear sinn.

'S ann tighinn tiomchioll Cape LaRound
"shoundig sinn an tòiseach i
Dh'eibh an caiptean rinn air round
Ma rinn e call cha b'aithne leis.

O 's ann mu thiomchioll Geat a Rìgh
A theirig im is aran dhuinn
Gheibh sinn fhathasd gruth is uachdar
'S gruagach a ni aran duinn.

Tha ar màthraichean fo thursa
Dùil aca gun caillear sinn
'S tric iad a dol air an gluinean
Dh'iarraidh dhuinne maitheanas.

A'cuir a bhuideal air a cheann
Thoir a nall na gloineachan
Cuiridh sinn riof na cuid siùil
'S ar cùlthaobh ris na maranan.

English

Hi ri iu agus o
My heart is heavy and sad
The girls will not bother with me
Since I became a sailor

Many a wet and cod night
With a north wind and showery
I was sailing on the seas
That was no time for feeling.

We were a hardy crew
With Johnny and myself on board
Poor Ali was our skipper
Someone will be lost for sure.

I have sailed north and I have sailed south
I took a trip to Baltimore
I encountered many hardships
When forced to leave Garioch.

The captain shouted from below
Lower her canvas
The mate said as he came up
It's a bad time if we are lost.

It was passing Cape LaRound
That we first sounded her
The captain shouted as he came round
If there is damage I have not seen any.

It was passing King's Gate
That our bread and butter ran out.
We shall yet have crowdie and cream
And a maid to make bread for us.

Our mothers are mournful
Afraid we will be lost
Often they kneel in prayer
Asking for our forgiveness.

The cask is turned upside down
Bring the glasses over
We will put a reef in her sails
With our back to the seas.


Notes

This sailing song mentions many sites and ports that would have been familiar to sailors journeying up and down the North American and eastern European coasts.

The tune and chorus belong to a much older song which is commonly used in Nova Scotian Gaelic compositions.

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