For Ireland I'll Not Tell Her NameMay 10, 2016
This is an old Irish love song that was originally written in Gaelic. I personally don’t read or understand Gaelic but after reading the English translation I think it really helped me better understand the mood and context of this beautiful tune.
Last eve as I wandered quiet near, to the border’s of my little farm,
A beautiful maiden appeared,whose lovely-ness caused my heart’s harm,
By her daring and love smitten sour, and the words from her sweet lips that came,
To meet her I raced the field o’re, but for Ireland i’d not tell her name.
If this beauty but my words would heed the words that I speak would be true,
I’d help her in every need, and indeed all her work I would do,
To win one fond kiss from my love, I’d read her romances of fame,
Her champion I daily would prove, but for Ireland I’d not tell her name.
There’s a beautiful stately young maid, at the nearing of my little farm,
She’s welcoming kind unafraid, her smile is both childlike and warm,
Her gold hair in masses that grows like amber and sheen is that same,
And the bloom in her cheeks like the rose, but for Ireland I’d not tell her name.
Tune Preview on the Bagpipes
Here’s a video of the entire tune played on the bagpipes to help give you a better idea of what it sounds like before you start learning it.
Sheet Music and Tutorial
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