Greenwoods of Triucha
(Lyric adapted from 'An Duanaire 1600 - 1900: Poems of the Dispossessed'
Selected by Sean O’Tuama, Translated by Thomas Kinsella;
Tune and arrangement by SImon Barron and Rosalind Brady)
Hair soft and lovely twining in curls
Eyes so clear and fine
My heart is racked for want of you
Like a twisted twig am I
If I’d right and licence to stretch beside you
Airy and quick would I step
A thousand pangs my love we are not
In the green wood
Let us go at once my dear my love
To the fine green woods of Triucha
There’s drink and pleasure there for sure
in the Greenwoods
Let us go at once my dear
To the fine green woods of Triucha
And our choicest proper food
With holly berries cress in clusters
Nuts and fragrant apples
Thick growth above and under us
And rich grass up to our knees
Let us go at once my dear my love
To the fine green woods of Triucha
There’s drink and pleasure there for sure
in the Greenwoods
My love and desire let us go for awhile
and scatter the dew in the woods
With the trout and the blackbird on her nest
And the roaring deer and stag
With the sweetest bird on the branch at its song
The cuckoo in the green yew-top
And never never will death come near
deep in the green woods
Let us go at once my dear my love
To the fine green woods of Triucha
There’s drink and pleasure there for sure
in the Greenwoods