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Brianainn an t-Seòladair

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Brianainn
Artwork by Freya Cumming
Ceòl / Music: Fiona Mackenzie
Faclan / Words: Brian Ó hEadhra & Fiona Mackenzie

Choinnich Brian òg ris a’ chaiptean Tim Severn agus sgioba a’ bhàta “Brendan” a thàinig air tìr ann an Talamh an Èisg ann am meadhan nan seachdadan an dèidh dhaibh a sheòil tarsainn a' Chuain Siar à Èirinn ann am bàta leathair (air a thogail stèidhichte air na teacsaichean ag innse mu thursan mara an Naoimh Brianainn).

A song inspired by the adventures of the great Irish monastic navigator, Saint Brendan (born c. AD 484).  It is written that Brendan and a small crew of monks sailed around the Atlantic visiting many lands inhabited by different animals and people.  Some believe that he made it all the way to North America.  
Seòladh saor o bhàgh an iar sa
Siùil ' tha làn is muir mar charaid

Dream beag treun ag iomradh mar aonan

Sinne tha làn de dhòchas is iomnaidh


Haigh ò, haigh haigh haigh haigh ò

Ò a bhalachaibh

Haigh ò, haigh haigh haigh haigh ò

Ò a bhalachaibh


Tha sinne nur làmhan mar uain gun lèirsinn

Thoir dhuinn lùth bhon bhuaireas nar n-inntinn

Thoir dhuinn fois bho iomagain beatha

Dìon ar n-anman, Ùghdair na Cruinne


Bho fhaclan nam bàrd - thig tuigsinn is eòlas

Bho gach linn thig guidhe nan daoine

Anns gach ràmh tha ùrnaigh is uaigneas

Anns ar cuirp tha teannas is iarraidh


Eilean nam Faoil gun sgeul don fhialaiche

Eilean nan Caorach le daoine cho tuigseach

Eilean nan Eun mar phàrras air thalamh

Seinnibh gu h-àrd; thoiribh glòir don Athair


Èistibh rim sgeul is cromaibh ur cinn-se

Fàgaibh gach dragh a' còmhnaidh nur cridheachan 

Sinne tha beannaichte, sinne le earbsa 

Lorgaidh ar soitheach Eilean nan Naomh-sa

Sailing free from the west bay
The sail is full and the sea like a friend
A small strong team rowing as one
We are full of hope and worry

Haigh ò, haigh haigh haigh haigh ò
Oh lads
Haigh ò, haigh haigh haigh haigh ò
Oh lads

We are in your hands like sightless lambs
Give us strength from the turbulence in our minds
Give us rest from the worries of life
Protect our souls, Creator of the world

From the words of the bards will come understanding and knowledge
From every generation will come prayers of the people
In every row is a prayer and loneliness
In our bodies is tension and desire

Island of the Generous without sight of the provider
Island of Sheep with people so understanding
Island of Birds like a paradise on earth
Sing out loud; give glory to the Father

Listen to my story and bow your heads
Leave every worry which lives in your hearts
We who are blessed; we of faith
Our vessel will find the Island of the Saint

Research​:


Brendan - Wikipedia
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Did an Irish Monk "Discover" America?


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