The Aran Islands
Arthur Scoil (?) stood up
And began himself giving the lead,
It is joyful, light and active,
I would have danced the course with them.
And began himself giving the lead,
It is joyful, light and active,
I would have danced the course with them.
They drew up on their feet,
And they began to laugh,—
'Look at Rucard Mor,
And he looking for his little mare.'
And they began to laugh,—
'Look at Rucard Mor,
And he looking for his little mare.'
I spoke to the man,
And he ugly and humpy,
Unless he would get me my mare
I would break a third of his bones.
And he ugly and humpy,
Unless he would get me my mare
I would break a third of his bones.
'Do you hear, Rucard Mor?
It is not here is your mare,
She is in Alvin of Leinster,
On a halter with my mother.'
It is not here is your mare,
She is in Alvin of Leinster,
On a halter with my mother.'
I ran off on my walking,
And I came to Alvin of Leinster.
I met the old woman—
On my word she was not pleasing.
And I came to Alvin of Leinster.
I met the old woman—
On my word she was not pleasing.
I spoke to the old woman,
And she broke out in English:
'Get agone, you rascal,
I don't like your notions.'
And she broke out in English:
'Get agone, you rascal,
I don't like your notions.'
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