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Gathering Pace Rosc Catha Na Mumhan
   
Credits: Piaras Mac Gearailt; arranged by Relativity
   
Appears On: Gathering Pace
   
Language: Gaeilge (Irish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
D'aithníos féin gan bhréag ar fhuacht I knew well by the cold
'S ar anfa Thétis taobh le cuan And the fury of Titus by the shore
Ar chanadh na n-éan go séiseach suairc By the tuneful, merry singing of the birds
Go gcasadh mo Shéasar glé gan ghruaim That my Caesar would return free from gloom
   
Measaim gur subhach don Mhumhain an fhuaim I think it's a happy sound for Munster
'S dá maireann go dubhach de chrú na mbua And for the downtrodden descendants of victors
Torann na dtonn le sleasaibh na long The crashing of waves on the sides of ships
Ag tarraingt go teann 'n-ár gceann ar cuairt Advancing toward us, to be with us
   
Tá lasadh sa ghréin gach lae go neoin There's a light in the sun each day 'til noon
Ní taise don ré, ní théann fé neoil And the moon passes under no cloud
Tá barra na gcraobh ag déanamh sceoil The tops of the trees are announcing
Nach fada bheidh Gaeil i ngéibheann bróin That the Gaels will not be sadly fettered much longer
   
Measaim gur súbhach don Mhumhain an ceol I think it's music for Munster
'S dá maireann go dubhach de chrú na dtreon And those sad descendants of the mighty
Torann na dtonn le sleasaibh na long The crashing of waves on the sides of ships
Ag tarraingt go teann 'n-ár gceann fé sheol Heading fast toward us under sail
   
Is annamh dom maidin ar amharc an lae It's a rare morning at daybreak
Ná bainim chum reatha go farraige síos That I won't take a run down to the sea
Mo dhearca dá leathadh ag faire de shíor My gaze extends, constantly searching for the ships
Ar bharcaibh an fharaire ag gearradh na slí Of the brave one to come slashing through
   
Measaim gur súbhach don Mhumhain 's gur binn I think it's happy and sweet for Munster
'S dá maireann go dubhach de chrú na rí And the oppressed descendants of kings
Torann na long ag scoilteadh na dtonn The thundering of the ships splitting the waves
Ag tarraingt go teann 'n-ár gceann gan mhoill Making their way swiftly toward us