One of the “big” songs of West Donegal, this particular one is now only heard in Ranafast. It’s a rather intense love song with undertones of bitterness and loss. The man who is speaking in the song has taken his sweetheart, late one night, to a favourite nook up in the mountains, but has fallen asleep. She leaves him there and then, thinking, apparently, that he has lost interest in her.
Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh’s arrangement here is the first mix. The second mix which appeared on the album “Dúlamán a’ tSléibhe” (2002) was not to Seoirse’s liking. This first one, he feels, is much better.
Composed by Trad. arranged and adapted by Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh.
Composed: 1995
Musicians
Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh, lead vocals and guitar, Steáfán Hannigan, percussion & flute, Aodh Mac Ruairí, vocal harmony, Heather Innes, vocal harmony, Mike Cosgrave, keyboards & piano accordion, Saskia Tomkins, cello
Download mp3 for freeLyrics for Ag Geaftaí Bhaile Buí (At the Gates of the Yellow Town)
1.
Ag geaftaí Bhaile Buí a rinne mise an gníomh
A bhí amaideach baoth-dhéanta
Ealódh le mnaoi seal tamaillt insan oíche
Ar neamh-chead ‘a raibh faoi na spéartha
Mar bhí mé lag gan bhrígh gan mhisneach i mo chroí
‘S í agam ar mhín shléibhe.
Bhí an codladh ‘a mo chloí ‘gus b’éigin domhsa luí
Agus d’imigh sí ‘na fíor-mhaighdean.
2.
‘Gabháil a luí don ghréin fán am seo aréir
Is agamsa bhí ‘n scéala buartha
Ba é a shamhailt domhsa a’ té a shínfí insa’ chré
Ó’s a Mhuire, nach mé an truaighe!
‘Sé deirfeadh mo chairde a’ méid acu bhí ‘láthair
“Altaigh leis na mná, a bhuachaill”
‘S a’ méid a ngoillfeadh orthu mo chás ghoillfeadh siad a saith
Fa mo chroí a bheith ‘mo lár ‘na ghual dubh.
3.
Dá mbínn-se thall sa Spáinn ‘mo luí ar leabaí ‘n bháis
Agus chluinninn-se do dháil in Éirinn.
Go n-éireóchainn chomh sámh leis an bhradán ar a’ tsnámh
I nduibheagán i lár na hÉirne.
Focal ar bith mná ní chreidfidh mé go brách
‘Mura bhfá’ mise scríobhtha i mBéarla é
Gur chaith mé naoi lá ag cleasaíocht leis a’ bhás
A’ dúil go bhfuighinn spás ar éigin.
4.
Ó, a Mhuire (a)gus a Rí, nach mairg a bíos
I dtoiseach an tsaoil le pléisiúir
‘Gus a ghiorracht is a bíos an tinneas a’ do chloí
‘S ‘a do tharraingt ar na críocha déanacha
Níl sé ar a’ domhan ní ar bith ba mhó
Is peacaí (a)gus is mó dá ndéantar
Ná an mhaighdean deas óg a mhealladh le do phóig
Is a fágáil faoi bhrón ‘na dhiaidh sin.