Lyrics Julie Fowlis ft Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh - A Riogain Uasail

1
A Riogain Uasail shuairc ’s a stòr,
do chridhe ‘s do bhuairte truagh làn bròn,
guidheam gu cruaidh chun an uain an cumhachd,
fo theachd ar cuairt chun a’ bhuachaill’ beò.

2
Do dheoin an aon-Mhic tiocfaidh thar n-ais,
go treorach tréanmhar, tuillte de neart,
go sluach séanmhar fuadrach faobhrach,
go cuanta Éilge is Inis Airt.

3
‘Nuair shuidhich an sluagh chun ghluais an leòghann,
san trìtheamh uair ‘s e buannachd cath,
bithidh sgaoileadh is ruagadh oirnn gu brath,
le nàir’ air an uaill th’ aig Tuath Luirc.

4
Chan eil òigear sèimh dhan bhannal cheart,
dh’fhuil Eoghain is Eibhir uasal is Art,
nach gluaiseadh e fhèin fada cèin,
‘se bharail fhèin do chòir bhith ceart.

5
Beidh an saol suaimhneach síoch sóch,
gan phléid, gan bhuairt, gan bhruíon, gan bhrón,
Beidh an spéir gan duartan suim ar neoin,
gan fhraoch, gan fuacht, gan teimheal, gan cheo.

6
Coróin na réics[?] ‘s do dhligheadh an ceart,
go deo do Shéarlas linn is dleacht;
dar Duach, gan bhréig, ní trua liom féin,
gach tuathal tréan do chur i sac.

7
Bidh lagh na Róimh mar ‘s gnath gu mòr,
bidh deuchainn an dàn gu bràth gun smàl,
bidh Seòirse lag is fann air a rathad,
gun fhìon, gun fheòil, gun snàithle bròig.

8
Beidh scóp ag cléir na cruinne, is reacht,
‘s ní leomhfaidh aon ‘na gcoinne teacht, [liner notes have "bcoinne"]
beidh duais gach lae dá lua don éigs’,
ach duain is dréacht do sheinnt seal.

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1
O noble, gentle, Queen; O treasure/dear,
your heart and your pitiful grief full of sadness,
I pray hard to the lamb of power [i.e. the Lamb of God],
for the return of the lively lad.

2
By the will of the Only Son [of God] he will return,
driven and strong, full of power,
in a happy, active, eager multitude,
to the harbors of Éilge and Inis Airt.
[I didn't find either of these locations in my reference materials. Eilgi and Art are figures mentioned in Old Irish writings.]

3
When the lion sets the host in motion,
in the third hour the battle is won,
there will be a dispersing and a routing from us forever,
with shame [to?] the lamentation of Tuath Luirc.
[Tuath Luirc = tribe/people of Lurc. Could be a place name, but I can't find it.
There are other places using Luirc, e.g. Charleville = Rath Luirc]

4
There isn’t a gentle youth from the right band,
of the blood of Eoghan, noble Éibhir, and Art,
who would not venture fearlessly abroad,
in order to put things right.

5
Life will be calm, peaceful and comfortable
without argument, without grief, without strife, without sorrow,
the sky will hopefully be without as much as a downpour,
without fury, without cold, without gloom, without mist.

6
The king’s crown, it is truly your entitlement, [not entirely sure of the syntax here]
forever rightfully belonging to [our?] Charles,
by Duach, truthfully I have no compunction,
bagging? every powerful opponent.

7
The law of Rome will indeed be the custom,
godliness will be ordained forever without blemish,
and George will be [left] weak and hollow on the road/way,
without wine, without meat, without a stitch of shoe.

8
The universal [i.e. catholic] clergy will have scope and jurisdiction,
and no one will dare to oppose them,
there will be prizes announced daily for the poet,
[for?] poems and compositions performed [in turn?]