And here’s yet another song by Danú that I want to share with you, my most favourite one of theirs. I fell in love with it the very first time I heard it, even though I had no idea what it was about. I love Muireann nic Amhlaoibh’s expressivity. I’ve found the translation of the lyrics on Song of the Isles, the website of David Wood.
I won’t go drinking anymore
I will not taste a drop of beer ever
Since I lost my little young girl
Who used to put money in my pockets
I miss her, I miss her
I miss her since she went away
I miss her in every way
Molly Cullinane of the ringlets.
I will build a house on the heights
And I will have four spotted milk cows
And I will allow nobody near them
Except for lovely fair Molly Cullinane.
If I were on my deathbed
And the people saying I would not recover
I would never make my will
Until fair Molly Cullinane would come.
One day I was in the wood
I caught a glimpse of a pretty girl
She would make a corpse live
Or turn an old man into a young fellow.