Bata Is Bóthar | Liricí Amhrán

Irish	English
Ó chaitheas-sa seal i measc na bponcán	Oh I spent a time in the land of the yanks
Ag codailt amuigh fé chrann mo dhóchais	Sleeping out under the tree of my hope
Ag réabadh fallaí a thóg m'athair romham	Tearing down walls my father had built before me
Idir é is an doicheall i bhfuinneog a súl	Between himself and the window of suspicion of their eyes

Curfá:	Chorus:
'Sea thugadar go fial dúinn a raibh acu le tabhairt	Yeah, they gave us generously what they had to give
Bata is bóthar is fonn abhaile	The stick and the road and the longing to go home
'Sea téir abhaile go h-ifreann	Yes, go home to hell
Is fan sa bhaile in Éirinn	And stay home in Ireland

Is chuas ina dhiaidh sin go Londain groí	And I went after that to greater London
Mo dhá láimh liom is mé liom féin	My two hands hanging and me on my own
Dá mbeinnse céad bliain ag doras Sheáin Bhuí	If I was a hundred years at the door of John Bull
Ní bhfaighinn bheith istigh i ngar dá chroí	I wouldn't get in close to his heart

Curfá	Chorus

Is bhíos ag a' deireadh i ndeireadh an domhain	And I was in the end at the end of the world
Ag luí béal faoi i bpoll an uaignis	Lying face down in the pool of loneliness
Ag scríobadh na cré i dtrínse ró mhór	Scratching at the clay in a trench too wide
A bhí chomh cúng le huaigh mo linbh	That was as narrow as the grave of my child

Curfá	Chorus

Is bhíos-sa lá i dtír na ndall	And one day I went to the land of the blind
Ag iarraidh dídean ó racht na farraige	Looking for shelter from the rage of the sea
Ní bhfuaireas-sa ann ach airgead ag méileach	All I found there was the bleating of money
Is fliuchadh mo bhéil de mo dheora féin	And the wetting of my mouth from my own tears

'Sea thugamar go fial dóibh a raibh againn le tabhairt	Yeah, we generously them what they had to give
Bata is bóthar is fonn abhaile	The stick and the road and the longing to go home
'Sea téir abhaile go h-ifreann	Yes, go home to hell
Is fan sa bhaile as Éirinn...	And stay home from Ireland...

Ó chaitheas-sa seal i measc na bponcán

Oh I spent a time in the land of the yanks

Ag codailt amuigh fé chrann mo dhóchais

Sleeping out under the tree of my hope

Ag réabadh fallaí a thóg m'athair romham

Tearing down walls my father had built before me

Idir é is an doicheall i bhfuinneog a súl

Between himself and the window of suspicion of their eyes

Curfá:

Chorus:

'Sea thugadar go fial dúinn a raibh acu le tabhairt

Yeah, they gave us generously what they had to give

Bata is bóthar is fonn abhaile

The stick and the road and the longing to go home

'Sea téir abhaile go h-ifreann

Yes, go home to hell

Is fan sa bhaile in Éirinn

And stay home in Ireland

Is chuas ina dhiaidh sin go Londain groí

And I went after that to greater London

Mo dhá láimh liom is mé liom féin

My two hands hanging and me on my own

Dá mbeinnse céad bliain ag doras Sheáin Bhuí

If I was a hundred years at the door of John Bull

Ní bhfaighinn bheith istigh i ngar dá chroí

I wouldn't get in close to his heart

Curfá

Chorus

Is bhíos ag a' deireadh i ndeireadh an domhain

And I was in the end at the end of the world

Ag luí béal faoi i bpoll an uaignis

Lying face down in the pool of loneliness

Ag scríobadh na cré i dtrínse ró mhór

Scratching at the clay in a trench too wide

A bhí chomh cúng le huaigh mo linbh

That was as narrow as the grave of my child

Curfá

Chorus

Is bhíos-sa lá i dtír na ndall

And one day I went to the land of the blind

Ag iarraidh dídean ó racht na farraige

Looking for shelter from the rage of the sea

Ní bhfuaireas-sa ann ach airgead ag méileach

All I found there was the bleating of money

Is fliuchadh mo bhéil de mo dheora féin

And the wetting of my mouth from my own tears

'Sea thugamar go fial dóibh a raibh againn le tabhairt

Yeah, we generously them what they had to give

Bata is bóthar is fonn abhaile

The stick and the road and the longing to go home

'Sea téir abhaile go h-ifreann

Yes, go home to hell

Is fan sa bhaile as Éirinn...

And stay home from Ireland...