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Máire Mhac an tSaoi
CHRISTMAS EVE
With candles of angels the sky is now dappled,The frost on the wind from the hills has a bite,
Kindle the fire and go to your slumber,
Jesus will lie in this household tonight.
Leave all the doors wide open before her,
The Virgin who’ll come with the child on her breast,
Grant that you’ll stop here tonight, Holy Mary,
That Jesus a while in this household may rest.
The lights were all lighting in that little hostel,
There were generous servings of victuals and wine,
For merchants of silk, for merchants of woollens,
But Jesus will lie in this household tonight.
© Translation: 2011, Gabriel Fitzmaurice
From: The Miraculous Parish / An Paróiste Míorúilteach
Publisher: O\'Brien Press / Cló Iar-Chonnacht, Dublin, 2011
From: The Miraculous Parish / An Paróiste Míorúilteach
Publisher: O\'Brien Press / Cló Iar-Chonnacht, Dublin, 2011
OICHE NOLLAG
OICHE NOLLAG
Le coinnle na n-aingeal tá an spéir amuigh breactha,Tá fiacail an tseaca sa ghaoith on gcnoc,
Adaigh an tine is téir chun an leapan,
Luífidh Mac Dé ins an tigh seo anocht.
Fágaig’ an doras ar leathadh ina coinne,
An mhaighdean a thiocfaidh is a naí ar a hucht,
Deonaigh scíth an bhóthair a ligint, a Mhuire,
Luíodh Mac Dé ins an tigh seo anocht.
Bhí soilse ar lasadh i dtigh sin na haiochta,
Cóiriú gan caoile, bia aguis deoch,
Do cheannaithe olla, do cheannaithe síoda,
Ach luífidh Mac Dé ins an tigh seo anocht.
© 2011, Máire Mhac an tSaoi
From: The Miraculous Parish / An Paróiste Míorúilteach
Publisher: O\'Brien Press / Cló Iar-Chonnacht, Dublin
From: The Miraculous Parish / An Paróiste Míorúilteach
Publisher: O\'Brien Press / Cló Iar-Chonnacht, Dublin
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CHRISTMAS EVE
With candles of angels the sky is now dappled,The frost on the wind from the hills has a bite,
Kindle the fire and go to your slumber,
Jesus will lie in this household tonight.
Leave all the doors wide open before her,
The Virgin who’ll come with the child on her breast,
Grant that you’ll stop here tonight, Holy Mary,
That Jesus a while in this household may rest.
The lights were all lighting in that little hostel,
There were generous servings of victuals and wine,
For merchants of silk, for merchants of woollens,
But Jesus will lie in this household tonight.
© 2011, Gabriel Fitzmaurice
From: The Miraculous Parish / An Paróiste Míorúilteach
Publisher: 2011, O\'Brien Press / Cló Iar-Chonnacht, Dublin
From: The Miraculous Parish / An Paróiste Míorúilteach
Publisher: 2011, O\'Brien Press / Cló Iar-Chonnacht, Dublin
CHRISTMAS EVE
With candles of angels the sky is now dappled,The frost on the wind from the hills has a bite,
Kindle the fire and go to your slumber,
Jesus will lie in this household tonight.
Leave all the doors wide open before her,
The Virgin who’ll come with the child on her breast,
Grant that you’ll stop here tonight, Holy Mary,
That Jesus a while in this household may rest.
The lights were all lighting in that little hostel,
There were generous servings of victuals and wine,
For merchants of silk, for merchants of woollens,
But Jesus will lie in this household tonight.
© 2011, Gabriel Fitzmaurice
From: The Miraculous Parish / An Paróiste Míorúilteach
Publisher: 2011, O\'Brien Press / Cló Iar-Chonnacht, Dublin
From: The Miraculous Parish / An Paróiste Míorúilteach
Publisher: 2011, O\'Brien Press / Cló Iar-Chonnacht, Dublin
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