Slievenamon

Slievenamon

Slievenamon

I feel sorry for myself hitting that old tuneIs oth liom féinig bualadh an lé úd
To go for the poor Gaels and the hundreds of raidsDo dhul ar Ghaeil bhochta is na céadta slad
As the bastards are playing games with usMar tá na méirligh ag déanamh game dinn
Saying they don’t care about a pike or a spearÁ rá nach aon ní leo pike nó sleá
Our major didn’t show up at the start of the dayNíor tháinig ár major i dtús an lae chugainn
And we weren’t even there, not right or fairIs ní rabhamar féin ann i gcóir ná i gceart
But like herding cattle without a herderAch mar sheolfaí aoireacht bó gan aoire
On the sunny side of SlievenamonAr thaoth na gréine de Shliabh na mBan

My heart aches for the useless crowdMo léan léir ar an dream gan éifeacht
Who didn’t stick around for the fight at nightNár fhan le héirim is d'oíche stad
From the Déise and the West of IrelandGo mhéadh dúiche Déiseach is Iarthar Éireann
Coming together from the land down southAg triall le chéile ón tír aneas
Our camps would be set up with the forces of strengthBhéadh ár gcampaí déanta le fórsaí tréana
With God’s help and the whole wide worldBhéadh cúnamh Dé linn is an saol ar fad
And I wouldn’t sell out before the herder arrivesIs ní dhíolfadh méirleach roimh theacht an aoire
On the sunny side of SlievenamonAr thaoth na gréine de Shliabh na mBan