An Saighdiúir Tréigthe - The Deserted Soldier


This is the sorry tale of a young man whose father put him in the army. Upon hearing that his girlfriend had left him he cut off his trigger finger so he would be dismissed. He is poor and alone on death's door but if he only had his sweetheart by him he would recover. In the last verse the ex-soldier wishes his father punishment for all the misery he has caused.

Nuair a d'éirigh mé ar maidin Dé Céadaoin
Níor choisric mé m'éadan faraor,
Nó gur bheir mé ar an arm aba ghéire
Agus chuir mé a bhéal le cloich líomht.

Chaith mise díom mo chuid éadaigh
'S mo chiall mhaith gur lig mé le gaoith
'S nuair a chuala mé iomrá ar mo chéadsearc
Gur steall mé an corrmhéar ón alt díom.

Is fada mo chosa gan bhróga
'Gus is faide mo phócaí gan phinghin
'Gus is fada mé gabháil le mná óga
Ach níor ól mé riamh deor le mo mhian.

Is fada mo chrá croí á dhéanamh
Mo thuama á phriontáil ag saor
'S mo chónair á tógáil lá an Earraigh
Is na buachaillí deasa ag gabháil faoi.

Dá mbeinnse seacht mbliana faoin talamh
Ná i bhfiabhras na leaba i mo luí
A chéadsearc, dá dtiocfá agus m'fhiafraí
Scéal cinnte go mbeinn leat 'mo shuí.

Is trua nach marbh bhí m'athair
Nuair a chuir sé mé go hairm an Rí.
Is gurb í an uaigh mo chrualeaba feasta
Is, a chéadsearc, nach trua leat mo luí?

When I arose on Wednesday morning
I didn't bless myself, alas,
As I took the weapon that would be the sharpest
And I put an edge on it with a polished stone.

I put on my clothes
And my good sense left with the wind
And when I heard a rumor about my sweetheart
I cut off my index finger at the joint.

It's long my feet have been without shoes
And it is longer my pockets without pennies
It is long since I have been going with young women
but never before have I drunk the tears of my desire.

It's long my heart has been broken
My tombstone is being printed at the masons
My burial will be in the Spring
With the fine young men attending.

If I would be seven years in the grave
Or lying with fever in the bed
Ah, sweetheart, if you would come and ask me
Certainly I would be sitting up with you.

It 's a pity that my father wasn't killed
When he put me in the king's army.
And it would be him in his misery and my hard dying also
And, sweetheart, isn't it a pity my dying?

Courtesy of Vivian and Jack, IrishPage.com 2006
Sorry but the proper background music is nowhere to be found
So we have made a substitution
Replay background music: The Irish Soldier Laddie. (by Frank Lennon)
The song Irish Soldier Laddie refers to the United Irishmen Rebellion of 1798.


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