H μουσική σύνθεση του τραγουδιού
έγινε τo 1745
κατά την πολεμική αναχώρηση του
Donald Mac Crimmon,
αυλητή του αρχηγού των Mac Leod.
Ο Mac Crimmon δεν επέστρεψε ποτέ πίσω,
ενώ η αδελφή του θέλησε να γράψει τους στίχους
χαρίζοντας έτσι στην Ιστορία
την τελευταία σύνθεση του Donald
γνωστή ώς
γνωστή ώς
ο Θρήνος του Μακ Κρίμμον
ή
το Τραγούδι της Μπάνσι
Dh' iadh ceo nan stuc mu en dann Chuilinn,
Is sheinn bhean-shith a torman mulaid,
Gorm shuilean ciuin 's an Duin a sileadh,
O'n thriall thu uainn 's nach till thu tuille.
๑۩۩.. ..۩۩๑
Over Cooliu's face the night is creeping,
The banshee's wail is round us sweeping;
Blue eyes in Duin are dim with weeping,
Since you are gone and never returned.
♜
Cha till, cha till, cha till Mac Criomainn,
An cogadh no sith cha till e tuille,
Le airgiod no ni cha till Mac Criomainn,
Cha till e gu brath gu la na cruinne.
๑۩۩.. ..۩۩๑
No more, no more, no more returning,
In peace nor in war is he returning
Till dawns the great Day of Doom and burning,
Mac Crimmon is home
no more returning.
♜
Tha osag nam beann gu fann ag imeachd,
Gach sruthan 's gach allt gu mall le bruthiach,
Tha ealtainn nan speur feadh geugan dubbach,
A caoidh gu'n d' fhalbh 's nach till thu tuille.
๑۩۩.. ..۩۩๑
The breeze of the bens is gently blowing,
The brooks in the glens are softly flowing;
Where boughs their darkest shades are throwing
Birds mourn for thee who never returned.
♜
Tha'n fhairge fa dheòidh Ian bròin is mulaid,
Tha'm báita fo sheol, ach dbiult i siubhal ;
Tha gáirich nan tonn le fuaim neo-shubhach,
Ag radh gun d' fhalbh 's nach till thu tuille.
๑۩۩.. ..۩۩๑
Its dirges of woe the sea is sighing,
The boat under sail unmoved is lying;
The voice of the waves in sadness dying,
Say, you are away and never returned.
♜
Cha chluinnear do cheol 's an Dun mu fheasgar,
'S mac-talla nam mur le muiru 'ga fhreagairt,
Gach fleasgach is òigh gun cheòl, gun bheadradh,
O'n thriall thu uainn 's nach till thu tuille.
๑۩۩.. ..۩۩๑
We 'll see no more Mac Crimmon's returning.
Nor in peace nor in war is be returning;
Till dawns the great day of woe and burning,
For him, for him there 's no returning.
The Songs & Hymns of the Scottish Highlands
L.MAC BEAN
EDINBURGH ~ 1888
L.MAC BEAN
EDINBURGH ~ 1888
