When I Went to Glasgow First
Fiosraichean
Luchd-clàraidh
Ceann-latha
1970
Àireamh a’ chlàir
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Pàirt 1
fiosrachadh a' chlàraidh
Àireamh a' Chlàir Thùsail
SA1970.292.A3
Àireamh an Teip Thùsail
Geàrr-chunntas
Tha an t-òran seo air a dhèanamh anns a' Bheurla agus anns a' Ghàidhlig. Tha e ag innse mar a chaidh dhan bhàrd nuair a chaidh e a Ghlaschu an toiseach. Bha e a' sabaid ri cuid, ach thachair poileasman Gàidhealach ris, agus cha d' fhuair e ach rabhadh gun a bhith a' sabaid a-rithist. Tha am bàrd fhathast anns a' bhaile an dèidh iomadh bliadhna, agus tha e mion-eòlach air.
Notaichean a' Chlàir
Seven verses sung. The contributor heard the song from Archie Campbell, Glendale, Skye, who was the foremen at the building of the jetty in Berneray.
Àite a' Chuspair
Siorrachd - Siorrachd Lannraig
Paraiste - Glaschu
Baile/Àite - Glaschu
Cànan
Beurla, Gàidhlig
Seòrsa
Cruinneachadh
Tar-sgrìobhadh
Donnchadh MacFhionghain (DM):
When I went down to Glasgow first, a-mach gu tìr nan Gall,
I was like a man adrift, air iomrall 's dol air chall.
The noise it was like thunder, chuir e tuainealaich nam cheann,
And often times I wished I was air ais an Tìr nam Beann.
Na fireannaich 's na boireannaich who met me on my way,
An dòighean cha do chòrd iad rium, they had too much to say.
Bha cuid dhiubh 'g iarraidh airgead orm. When I said, "Clear away,"
'S ann chuir iad mach an teanga rium, and nasty things did say.
Chuir siud suas mo nàdar-sa, my temper it got wild,
Is chuir mi gu sgapadh iad, along the banks of Clyde.
Fhuair mi grèim air gàrlach dhiubh, I swung him round my head,
Is thilg mi leud na sràide e, they picked him up half-dead.
Thàinig sin am poileasman, a splendid man was he,
Duine gast' is spèisealta belonging to Portree.
Thuirt e riumsa, "Òganaich, o what is all this row?
Chaidh àsan riumsa connsachadh, and I will tell you how."
Thòisich mi ri innse dha, he'd heard the like before,
Is rinn e fead ri chompanach, who stood at the pub door.
Thug e mach a leabhar, [and pretended down to] write,
Mar thòisich Iain Dòmhnallach 's na Lowlanders to fight.
'S bha nàire mhòr is mì-ghean orm, to be in such a fix,
Ach thuirt e, "Bhon is Gàidheal thu, you'll have to stop your tricks."
Gu cinnteach ma nì thu leithid gu bràth, just treat them with disdain,
Oir gu cinnteach cuiridh mi thu sàs, if you do the like again.
Thug mi taing gu cridheil dha, and went upon my way,
Tha iomadh bliadhn' on làithean ud, 's mi an Glasgow to this day.
'S aithne dhomh gach cùil a th' ann, I know my Glasgow well,
Ann an coibhneas mòr rim choimhearsnaich I never more shall dwell.
Iain Peatarsan (IP): Agus a bheil cuimhn' agad cà 'n cuala thu an toiseach e, a Dhonnchaidh?
DM: Ò chan eil cuimhn' a'm cà 'n cuala mi e. Cha chreid mi nach e Eairdsidh Sgitheanach a bh' aig a' chidhe a bhiodh ga ghabhail, no cuideigin mar sin.
IP: Ò seadh. Agus tha thu a' smaoineachadh gur e òran... gur e fear Sgitheanach a rinn e?
DM: Tha mi a' smaoineachadh gur e Sgitheanach a rinn e. Chan eil mi uabhasach cinnteach, ach tha mi a' smaoineachadh gur e Sgitheanach a rinn e.
When I went down to Glasgow first, a-mach gu tìr nan Gall,
I was like a man adrift, air iomrall 's dol air chall.
The noise it was like thunder, chuir e tuainealaich nam cheann,
And often times I wished I was air ais an Tìr nam Beann.
Na fireannaich 's na boireannaich who met me on my way,
An dòighean cha do chòrd iad rium, they had too much to say.
Bha cuid dhiubh 'g iarraidh airgead orm. When I said, "Clear away,"
'S ann chuir iad mach an teanga rium, and nasty things did say.
Chuir siud suas mo nàdar-sa, my temper it got wild,
Is chuir mi gu sgapadh iad, along the banks of Clyde.
Fhuair mi grèim air gàrlach dhiubh, I swung him round my head,
Is thilg mi leud na sràide e, they picked him up half-dead.
Thàinig sin am poileasman, a splendid man was he,
Duine gast' is spèisealta belonging to Portree.
Thuirt e riumsa, "Òganaich, o what is all this row?
Chaidh àsan riumsa connsachadh, and I will tell you how."
Thòisich mi ri innse dha, he'd heard the like before,
Is rinn e fead ri chompanach, who stood at the pub door.
Thug e mach a leabhar, [and pretended down to] write,
Mar thòisich Iain Dòmhnallach 's na Lowlanders to fight.
'S bha nàire mhòr is mì-ghean orm, to be in such a fix,
Ach thuirt e, "Bhon is Gàidheal thu, you'll have to stop your tricks."
Gu cinnteach ma nì thu leithid gu bràth, just treat them with disdain,
Oir gu cinnteach cuiridh mi thu sàs, if you do the like again.
Thug mi taing gu cridheil dha, and went upon my way,
Tha iomadh bliadhn' on làithean ud, 's mi an Glasgow to this day.
'S aithne dhomh gach cùil a th' ann, I know my Glasgow well,
Ann an coibhneas mòr rim choimhearsnaich I never more shall dwell.
Iain Peatarsan (IP): Agus a bheil cuimhn' agad cà 'n cuala thu an toiseach e, a Dhonnchaidh?
DM: Ò chan eil cuimhn' a'm cà 'n cuala mi e. Cha chreid mi nach e Eairdsidh Sgitheanach a bh' aig a' chidhe a bhiodh ga ghabhail, no cuideigin mar sin.
IP: Ò seadh. Agus tha thu a' smaoineachadh gur e òran... gur e fear Sgitheanach a rinn e?
DM: Tha mi a' smaoineachadh gur e Sgitheanach a rinn e. Chan eil mi uabhasach cinnteach, ach tha mi a' smaoineachadh gur e Sgitheanach a rinn e.
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