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Spirit Óchón An Gorta Mór
   
Credits: Brendan Graham
   
Appears On: Spirit
   
Language: Gaeilge (Irish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Is na finne prátaí The fine potatoes
Is a smól buí orthu A yellow blight is on them
Is ár __ leata le hocras And our __ with the hunger
Is ní fada a bheimis beo It is not long that we will be alive
Táimid caillte go deo We are lost forever
Is faoin bhfód a bheidh muintir Mhaigh Eo And underneath the sod will be the people of Mayo
   
Curfá: Chorus (after each verse):
Ochón, ochón, ochón Alas, alas, alas
Ochón aimsir an droch shaoil Woe, time of the poor life
Ochón, ochón, ochón Alas, alas, alas
Ochón an Gorta Mhór Woe, the Great Famine
   
Tá bean thuas i mBreatain A woman is up in Britain
Gan cluas ár ndaoine Without an ear for our people
Is níl súil ár ndeora ach Banríon na bhflaitheas And no one sees our tears but the Lady of Paradise
Táimid breoite le tinneas We are sick with illness
Gan aon rud le n-ithe Without anything to eat
Is ár mias is lín imithe thar lear And our food-vessels and flax are gone over the sea
   
Tá na daoine briste The people are broken
Buartha is scaipthe le gaoth Pained and scattered to the wind
Is ár leanaí sceantaí ar thaobh na mbóthar And our children are discarded on the side of the road
Níl talamh a roinnt Our land is not divided
Níl fad í le baint It is not long since it has been harvested
Ach an féar fada fásach ag fás orainn Nothing but the long wild grass is growing over us