leaving cert irish poems

stephenjmcd

Just wondering if anyone has a word copy of an spailpin fanach, trying to find a copy online with no joy. cheers

stephenjmcd

HugsiePie wrote: »

http://www.irishpage.com/songs/spailpin.htm

TADA!

thanks, but thats not the same version thats in my book, ar aghaidh libh

YoursSincerely

Just copied and pasted this from a file i had so if it's wrong i'm sorry:)
An Spailpín Fánach

Im spailpín fánach táim le fada
ag seasamh ar mo shláinte,
ag siúl an drúchta go moch ar maidin
‘s ag bailiú galair ráithe;
ach glacfad fees ó rí na gcroppies,
cleith is píc chun sáite
‘s go brách arís ní ghlaofar m’ainm
sa tír seo, an spailpín fánach.

Ba mhinic mo thriall go Cluain gheal Meala
‘s as seo go Tiobraid Árann;
i gCarraig na Siúire thíos do ghearrainn
cúrsa leathan láidir;
i gCallainn go dlúth ‘s mo shúiste im ghlac
ag dul chun tosaigh ceard leo
‘s nuair théim go Durlas ‘s é siúd bhíonn agam -
“Sin chugaibh an spailpín fánach!”

Go deo deo arís ní raghad go Caiseal
ag díol nó ag reic mo shláinte
ná ar mhargadh na saoire im shuí cois balla,
im scaoinse ar leataobh sráide,
bodairí na tíre ag tíocht ar a gcapaill
á fhiafraí an bhfuilim hireálta;
‘téanam chun siúil, tá an cúrsa fada’ –
siúd siúl ar an spailpín fánach.

stephenjmcd

YoursSincerely wrote: »

Just copied and pasted this from a file i had so if it's wrong i'm sorry:)
An Spailpín Fánach

Im spailpín fánach táim le fada
ag seasamh ar mo shláinte,
ag siúl an drúchta go moch ar maidin
‘s ag bailiú galair ráithe;
ach glacfad fees ó rí na gcroppies,
cleith is píc chun sáite
‘s go brách arís ní ghlaofar m’ainm
sa tír seo, an spailpín fánach.

Ba mhinic mo thriall go Cluain gheal Meala
‘s as seo go Tiobraid Árann;
i gCarraig na Siúire thíos do ghearrainn
cúrsa leathan láidir;
i gCallainn go dlúth ‘s mo shúiste im ghlac
ag dul chun tosaigh ceard leo
‘s nuair théim go Durlas ‘s é siúd bhíonn agam -
“Sin chugaibh an spailpín fánach!”

Go deo deo arís ní raghad go Caiseal
ag díol nó ag reic mo shláinte
ná ar mhargadh na saoire im shuí cois balla,
im scaoinse ar leataobh sráide,
bodairí na tíre ag tíocht ar a gcapaill
á fhiafraí an bhfuilim hireálta;
‘téanam chun siúil, tá an cúrsa fada’ –
siúd siúl ar an spailpín fánach.

nearly sure thats it

shaniise321

just wondering if anybody has the English translation for this poem

Insect Overlord

I've been an itinerant worker for a long time,
depending on my health,
walking in the dew early in the morning
and gathering illnesses that last three months;
but I will take payment/fees from the leader of the Croppies,
long stick and pike ready to thrust/stab,
and never again will my name be called
in this land, the Spailpín Fánach.

Often I travelled from bright Clonmel
and from there to Tipperary Town;
in Carrick-on-Suir I used to cut down
a pathway broad and strong;
in Callan with my flail held tight in my grip
I was ahead of them all in my craft,
and when I go to Thurles this is what I get,
"Here comes the Spailpín Fánach!"

Never ever again will I go to Cashel
selling and peddling my health,
nor at the market-fair will I sit by the foot of a wall
like a lazy streak at one side of the street,
the big-wigs of the land arriving on their horses
asking me if I've been hired,
away I must go walking, the road is long,
off on foot goes the Spailpín Fánach.