Ms Keating: 2010

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Maths puzzels

Maths puzzels

http://www.mathsnet.net/jigsaw/index.html

http://www.ixl.com/math/practice/grade-8-quadrants-and-axes

Sunday, September 26, 2010

2bhliain 24 mean fomhair

Friday, September 24, 2010

Brú ar an nasc thíos chun féachaint ar na scéalta is dánta
Click on Foras na Gaeilge below and follow the link to see and listen to the poets on the Irish course 2010-2011 séú bhliain.

http://www.irish-poets.tv/leaving-cert-poems/

Monday, September 6, 2010

Seanfhocail is similes

Bainigí úsáid as na suíomhanna seo

http://www.4shared.com/document/2LIrkIlD/ceisteanna.html

http://www.4shared.com/document/hkywJVCZ/Seanfhocail_go_leor.html

http://www.4shared.com/document/Ai76t0v_/Similes_as_gaeilge.html

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

6th shs 1 sept 2010 obair bhaile

Dia daoibh a chailiní, seo í an obair bhaile daoibh:

Eist leis an bpodchraoladh (pod cast) a bhaineann leis na dánta agus breac síos 10 n-abairtí a bhaineann leis an dán an chéad drama.

Is fiú eisteacht leis an gcuid eile i d'am féin mar sort dul siar.

Labhróimid faoi amarach.

Dia daoibh a chailiní, seo í an obair bhaile daoibh:

Eist leis an podchraoladh(pod cast) a bhaineann leis na dánta filíocht na hardteiste agus breac síos 10 n-abairtí a bhaineann leis an dán

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

An tSraith Shinsearach - Gaeilge

An tSraith Shóisearach - Gaeilge

Múineadh agus Foghlaim na Gaeilge: Cúrsa 3 (Cúrsa Nua - 2009/10) - SLSS

Friday, August 27, 2010

Maths 6th year Sept 2010

6th Maths September 2010
Basic differentation
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufSiKnskey4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyPAhw4qZDg

There are lots more free grinds on you tube some may be boaring and complicated but there are some very good tutorials. Great for revision and even for new material you just cant grasp.
If you find good ones you want to share with your class mates just leave the address in the comment box. You'll find the address by right clicking then go to 'properties', copy and paste the address.

Here's one on The Chain Rule for later in the chapter.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIWegI-GPoc

The Product Rule
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPCjqfT0Ixg

and The Quotient Rule
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3MxofAF-9o

Beware of some of the tutorials may have honours material so check with me if you have any questions

I'll be posting more links later.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Go néirí an tadh libh leis na scrúdaithe go léir.

Adh mór libh.

Bainigí taitneamh as an samhradh

ó do mhúinteoir

Ms Keating

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Téip 2009 Ard teist

B'fhéidir go noibreoidh sé seo níos tapúla bainigí triall as.
http://www.4shared.com/dir/mOk_9p5-/lc_gaeilge_teip_2009.html

LC téip gaeilge 2009

Friday, May 21, 2010

3rd gaeilge 2010

5th gaeilge shs 21/05/2010

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

An bhean og 6th year student shs

An Bhean Óg

Le Máire Mhac an tSaoi
Achoimre

Tús obann cuirimid aithne uirthi
níl suim aici in obair tí níl am aici leabhar a léamh
í gléasta go deas

Cur síos uirthi

an-tanaí, tuirseach, in ísel bhrí
gaeilge ar eolas aici
ní raibh aon aithne / teagmháil aici le muintir na háite
níor chleacht sí caint leanbaíochta lena páistí
Gaol lena páistí
grá/ muinín acu aisti
níor chreid sí i nDia
nuair a bhí na leanaí ina luí thosaigh sí ag léamh, ag deisiú stocaí nó ag scríobh litreacha
Litreacha scríobh sí litreacha go rialta dá fear i mBéarla “cúramach liteartha”níor scríobh sí le 4 lá
A fear ag filleadh
d’fhillfeadh sé abhaile ag súil le gach rud glan, néata sa teach
Ag fágáil na trá d’ullmhaigh sí na páistí
ní raibh suim aici dul abhaile de bharr an méid oibre a bhí roimpi
Nóta éadóchais
déanann sí gach ar theastaigh óna fear céile
éadóchas ina croí
Tréithe an ghearrscéil
Ag cloí le hábhar an scéil
scéal bunaithe ar eachtra amháin
easpa barraíochta
Tús obann
3 charachtar os ár gcomhair láithreach
Modh instestíl faisnéiseach mionsonraí
Críoch fágtha faoi shamhlaíocht an léitheora
Ceacht / Téamaceacht / téama uilíochtuiscint ag an léitheoir ar an téamaréalachas ag baint leis

Na Carachtair

An Bhean Óg

An aithnid
ní fios a hainm
níor chreid sí i nDia
Saol simplí aici
grá dá páistí
obair tí le déanamh
gléasta go simplí
Saol uaigneach
ag scríobh litreacha chuig a fear céile
Go fisiciúilní bean láidir í
bhí sí tuirseach lagbhríoch, grástúileaspa féinmhuiníne
Gaol lena páistí
labhair sí Gaeilge leo
ní caint leanbaíochta a bhí ann
muinín acu aisti

Na Páistí

beirt pháiste, cailín 3 bliana agus buachaill níos óige
ina suí go moch ar maidin
cumas maith cainte ag an gcailín
ag foghlaim Gaeilge
ábalta snámh
muinín as a máthair
saol sona acu

An Fear céile

ag obair sa phríomhchathair
duine ‘intliúil ardaigeanta’
gluaisrothar aige
is maith leis ord agus eagar sa teach
a bhean an-dílis dó

Téamaí

máithreachas
an gaol idir máthair agus a páistí
saol na mban

Lig sin i gcathu 6th year student shs

Lig Sin i Gcathú

Achoimre gearr : short summary
Suíomh - Tosaíonn an scéal ag geata na hOllscoile
Buailimid le Máirtín Ó Mealóid – mac léinn
Cuirtear an Púca in aithne dúinn – Pádraic Puirséal, an Doirseoir
Tá an garraíodóir ar buile mar gheall ar an madra Bran

Faighimid eolas ar fhréamhacha na coimhlinte idir an Púca agus an garraíodóir.
Téann an díoltas agus an choimhlint siar go 1933
Cuirtear Monsignor de Bláca ós ár gcomhair
Léargas ar a cheapacháin
Tionchar an alcóil ar an Uachtarán
Máirtín in oifig an sparánaí
Cur síos fisiciúil ar an sparánaí

Teannas san oifig
Máirtín ag iarraidh an gháire a chur faoi smacht agus an sparánaí ag dul i bhfeirge

Coimhlint intuighte idir Máirtín agus a dheartháir

Tréithe an Úrscéil : traits of the biography
Sliocht as úrscéal é seo
An chéad chaibidil atá ann
Suite in ollscoil in Éirinn sna daicheadaí
Tugtar léargas dúinn ar pholaitíocht an Chogaidh Chathartha agus an dearg gráin a bhí idir dhreamanna ar an dá thaobh
Léargas ar an ngreim a bhí ag an Eaglais Chaitliceach agus an t-Easpag ar an Ollscoil
Greann
An chaint – caint díreach chun beocht a chur sa scéal

Íomhánna – cineál cartúin déanta de na carachtairmonsignór = druncaerpúca = ag caint le madrasparánaí = súil nimhneach
An madra – Bran agus plásóg na mbláth

Na Carachtair

Máirtín Ó Mealóid

Mac léinn nach raibh ag freastail go rialta ar an gcoláiste
Bhí féith an ghrinn aige
B’fhearr leis bheith sa teach tábhairne
Buartha faoina athair
Ag braith ar a sheic chun maireachtáil
Deartháir leis ina shagart

An Púca
Doirseoir an choláiste é
Bhí sé díoltasach
Gráin aige do na léinte gorma
Throid sé sa Chogadh Chathartha
Bhain sé úsáid as an madra chun ionsaí a dhéanamh ar an ngarraíodóir

An Monsignór de Bláca
Fear lách scothaosta
Siombal é de chumhacht na hEaglaise san ollscoil
Tugtha don ól
Bran an t-aon chara a bhí aige
Duine uaigneach é

An Sparánaí
Balor an leasainm a bhí aige
Bhuail stróc é agus bhí máchail ar a shúil
Fear ard cnámhach é
Chuir sé eagla ar dhaoine
Bhí cumhacht aige
Mac leis ina shagart

Téamaí
Saol na hollscoile
Polaitíocht an chogaidh chathartha
Caimiléireacht
Tionchar agus cumhacht na hEaglaise Caitlicí
Díoltas

Achoimre – Summary

Fóclóir of words at the end
Lá amháin bhí Mairtín Ó Mealóid (mac léinn) ag dul chun caint leis an sparanaí.
Bhuail sé le Padraic Puirséal (an Púca, an doirseoir.)
Bhí an Púca ag tabhairt cnámha do Bran (madra an Monsignor).
Bhí Bran ag tochailt i bplásóg na bláthanna.
Bhí áthas ar an Púca ach bhí an-fearg ar an ngarraíodóir.
Bhí easaontas idir an garraídóir agus an Púca.
Oíche amháin, i rith Cogadh na Saoirse bhí an Púca ag troid i gcoinne na Léinte Gorma.
Nuair a d’fhill sé ar an gcólaiste bhí an geata faoi ghlas.
Chaith sé clocha ag teach an garraídóir agus bhrís sé na fuinneoga.
Bhí cás cúirte ann agus níl cead aige anois dul in aice leis an garraídóir.
D’úsaid sé Bran chun díoltas a fháil.
Monsignor de Bláca ab ea ceannaire na hollscoile.
Fear an-leisciúil é, a chaith a chuid ama ag ól agus ag caint. Fuair sé an post trí thimpiste.
Bhí a intinn ag teip air.
Ansin, chuaigh Mairtín go dtí oifig an sparanaí.
Lig an runaí isteach é. Bean deas ciúin ab ea í.
Bhí sé ag lorg a seic scoláireachta.
Bhain stróc don sparanaí.
Bhí ceann dá shúile ag dul timpeall an tseomra i gconaí.
Bhí sé an-crosta le Mairtín.
Ní raibh Mairtín ag freastal ar an gcólaiste.
Bhí sé ag ól an t-am ar fad.
Istigh san oifig, smaoining sé ar scéal grinn agus thosaigh sé ag gaire.
Bhí an sparanaí ar buille.
D’inis sé an scéal do dhearthair Mairtín.
Bhí an-fearg ar Mairtín agus d’fhág sé an oifig.

mac léinn – University student
sparanaí - treasurer
an Púca – Nickname for Padraig
an doirseoir - doorman
ag tocailt i bplásóg na bláthanna - digging in the flowerbed
ngarraídóir – gardener
easontas – disagreement
Cogadh na Saoirse – War of Independence
i gcoinne – against
clocha – stone
cás cuirte – court case
D’úsaid sé – He used
díoltas – revenge
ceannaire – head of college
seic scoláireachta – grant cheque

Gealt 6th year student shs

GEALT
Leim gealt ar bhus a sé déag. Bhí éadaí codlata air agus shuigh sé in aice le fear a raibh mála aige.
Choinnigh an fear greim daingean ar a mhála agus rug an mháthair greim daingean ar a pháiste.
D'fhéach an páiste ar an ngealt agus thosaigh an ngealt ag gáire.
Ghlaoigh an tiománaí ar an mburáras ach toisc nach raibh an gealt i mbaol níor tháinig siadsan ná an bhriogáid doiteáin.
Ach tháinig na gardaí agus thaínig an tarm agus dochtúirí le veist cheangail.
Bhí na daoine ar an mbus trí chéile agus cuid acu déanach don obair.
Chuir an dochtúir an veist cheangail ar an ngealt agus bhí athas ar na daoine ar an mbus.

Téama
Tá eachtra greannmhar mar théama an dáin seo. Chomh maith leis sin tá áiféis an tsaoil mar théama ann.

Príomh-mhothúcháin
Greann
Eagla

Áthas
Faoiseamh

Jack 6th year student shs

JACK

· Cuimhníonn sí ar an bhfear óg a raibh sí ag rince leis fadó.
· Fear óg, láidir, croíúil agus mac feirmeora ba ea é.
· Is cuimhin léi a lámha thart uirthi agus iad ag rince.
· Fágfar feirm aige, pósfaidh sé agus tógfaidh sé clann ach ní bheidh sé go deo arís mar a bhí sé an oíche sin.
· Guíonn sí rath agus aoibhneas air mar b’é a rogha pháirtí an samhradh sin.
· Dán maoithneach, rómánsúil is ea an dán seo. Tá an file ag féachaint siar thar na blianta go dtí laethanta a hóige. Tá cuimhní deasa aici ar na laethanta sin.
· Thaitin Jack léi mar bhí sé dathúil, séimh agus neamhspleách.
· Bhí an am sin speisialta mar bhí siad sí féin agus Jack an-chairdiúil le chéile.
· An mothúchán is láidre sa dán seo ná cumha i ndiaidh na hóige (nostalgia). Is léir gur duine maoithneach (sentimental) í an file.

Nil aon ni 6th year student shs

Nil aon ni

Cad é príomh téama an dán seo?
Príomh téama an dán seo na grá an fhile dó áit dhúchais. Usáideann sé logainmeacha tríd an dán go léir. Is brea leis Dún na nGall agus an dúlra atá ann.
“Níl aon ní, aon ní a stór níos suaimhní na clapsholas smólaigh i gCaiseal na gCorr.”
Tá an file ag iarraidh a ghrá a mhealladh go Dún na nGall chun chonaí ann.
“Is da dtiocfá liom a ghrá”
Is léir an dán seo go bhfuil grá an file da áit dhúchais.
Tá Cathal ó Searcaigh ag caint lena leannán faoina áit dhúchais I nDún na nGall.
Iarrann sé air teacht leis go dtí an áit álainn ina bhfuil sé.
Deir sé leis go gcloisfeadh sé focail cheolmhar agus ceol bog taitneamhach dá dtiocfadh sé go dtí an áit sin.
Ach b’fhearr leis fanacht i mbrúchtbhaile gránna.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Bealtrial 2010

Zowie : http://www.4shared.com/file/243359058/f6152d2/zowie.html
Fiona : http://www.4shared.com/file/243349938/6b8ae76b/fiona.html
Denise : http://www.4shared.com/file/243351893/ffa1bd01/denise.html
Amanda : http://www.4shared.com/file/243356964/7a4866e3/amanda.html

Monday, March 15, 2010

Mock Orals March

1. Sekani http://www.4shared.com/file/241917407/c6fbf066/sekani.html
2. Tracey http://www.4shared.com/file/241908719/5f1d6b9f/tracey.html
3. Ciara http://www.4shared.com/file/241919955/bd85816f/ciara.html

Monday, March 8, 2010

Bealtrial

Nios mo samplai den bhealtrial....

http://www.4shared.com/file/237084855/d273c1f/03_Track_03_1.html
http://www.4shared.com/file/237088220/754d6439/05_Track_05_1.html
http://www.4shared.com/file/237090732/7c47f7e0/07_Track_07_1.html
http://www.4shared.com/file/237105309/36239491/09_Track_09_1.html

Bealtrialacha 2010 cleachtadh 3

Bealtrialacha 2010 cleachtadh 2

Bealtrialacha 2010 cleachtadh 1

Sharon Ni Bheolain ag caint

Sharon ni Bheolain ag caint

http://www.4shared.com/file/236996454/652b4eaa/Track04.html

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Jack

Jack
Téama
Is é grá sealadach samhradh piomhthéama an dáin seo.
Is é grá na hóige atá I gceist.
Bhuail an file le buachaill óg nuair a bhí sí ar saoire sa ghaeltacht.
Thit sí I ngrá leis.
Anois tá sí ag dul síos bóithrín na smaointe.
Déanann sí cur síos ar a dhreacht.
Cuthíonn sí atmasféar rómánsúil sa dán.
Tá sé ard, fionn, láidir agus gléasta go deas néata.
Tá gach rud dearfa agus soineanta sa dán.
Ach ní raibh ann ach grá samhradh a bhí éadrom agus sealadach.

Mothucháin
Is é grá eadrom an téama is láidre.
Tá an file I ngrá leis an mbuachaill ach tá sé aonthaobhach.
Tá áthas, gliondar croí, agus luchair le fail sa dán. Bhí sí ag gáire agus ag damhsa leis.
Tá maoithneas le fail ann.
Is dán dearfa soineanta é.

Notai ar mo ghile mear

Mo Ghille Mear / Bímse buan ar buairt gach lóLe Seán Clárach Mac Domhnaill

Téamaí

Is caoineadh é ar éirí amach na nGael Albanach (1745) ar son an Phrionsa Seárlas Éadbhard Stíobhart agus an buille marfach a tugadh do réim na nGael in Albain
Áilleacht agus simplíocht na cainte
Amhrán Seacaibíteach
Fallás na Truamhéala
Teicníochtaí Filíochta
Íomhánna
ag caoi
brón
buachaill beo
laoch óg
mo laoch
uaisle
mo ghille mear
cróga
mo Shaesar
ríoga
cuach
dúlra ag déanamh comhbhrón
fíorchaoin uaisle
na taoisigh
saoithe is suadha
fir léannta / filí
Phoebus
grian
ar chaomhchneas
truafhallas, brat gruama ar an ngealach
saobha ar spéir
trína chéile
spéirling mhór
stoirm
an leon
laochas
cruachruit cheoil
siombal na cruthaitheachta/ filíochta
éigse i ngruam
faoi bhrón
Friotal
Oiriúnach do théama an dáin agus na mothúcháin
Atmaisféar
Atmaisféar an-bhrónach, uaigneach, éadóchasach tríd síos.
Dúlra
Tá an dúlra ag caoineadh an imeachta agus claochlaithe
Uaim agus aicill
Alán samplaí d’uaim agus d’aicill sa dán.
Meadaracht
Meadaracht an chaointe
Patrún na ngutaí
Rann 1 (í / ua / ue / ó ) *4
Curfá (é / é / í / a ) *4
Uaim bímse buan ar b uairt …
Mothúcháin
Brón faoi dhroch-staid na tíre
Uaigneas i ndiaidh na seanlaochra
Cumha, ag féachaint siar ar an seansaol
Moladh do na filí

Mo ghile mear 1

Mo ghille mear

This is another of those great old folk songs that has several versions. The first one below, and the music that you are listening to, is Barry Taylors version. My best guess at the version that Sting recorded with The Chieftains is the second. (The web site that contains all of Sting's lyrics says that the words are "Conjectural".)
What is known is that the original Gaelic version was writen by the 18 th century poet Sean Clarach MacDomhnail. It is one of many Irsih Jacobite songs written in honour of Prince Charles Stewart, who was known as "Bonnie Prince Charlie". The air is, appropriately, of Scottish orgin, a version of "The White Cockade" by Jim Connell, a 19 th Century Irish exile in Scotland, originally set the words of "The old Red Flag" to the same tune.
It is also well known that this song is sung like an anthem in many pubs at closing time. I suspect that it is a method of extracting a few extra minuets of drinking time.
A while ago, a thoughtful visitor to the site, Cullyn Mac Farlane, sent me a message saying, "When i had heard the chieftains version of "our hero" Mo Ghile Mear i always thought that the word the used was gentle mien, in other words a nice face." which seems logical.
More recently, a scholar of all things Celtic (F. J. Taylor) sent me more information. It is included as the last version on this page.
MO GHILE MEAR (OUR HERO)
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Written by Sean Clarach MacDomhnail
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Seal da rabhas im' mhaighdean shéimh,'S anois im' bhaintreach chaite thréith,Mo chéile ag treabhadh na dtonn go tréanDe bharr na gcnoc is i n-imigcéin.
'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear,'Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear,Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féinÓ chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear.
Bímse buan ar buaidhirt gach ló,Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na ndeórMar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beó'S ná ríomhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrón.
Ní labhrann cuach go suairc ar nóinIs níl guth gadhair i gcoillte cnó,Ná maidin shamhraidh i gcleanntaibh ceoighÓ d'imthigh uaim an buachaill beó.
Marcach uasal uaibhreach óg,Gas gan gruaim is suairce snódh,Glac is luaimneach, luath i ngleoAg teascadh an tslua 's ag tuargain treon.
Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil's líontair táinte cárt ar bordLe hinntinn ard gan chaim, gan cheóChun saoghal is sláinte d' fhagháil dom leómhan.
Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha,'s Eire go léir faoi chlócaibh dubha;Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féinÓ luaidh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear.

MO GHILE MEAR (OUR HERO)
Grief and pain are all I know
My heart is sore
My tears a'flow
We saw him go ....
No word we know of him...
Chorus
A proud and gallant cavalier
A high man's scion of gentle mean(?)
A fiery blade engaged to reap(?)
He'd break the bravest in the field
Chorus
Come sing his praise as sweet harps play
And proudly toast his noble frame
With spirit and with mind aflame
So wish him strength and length of day
Chorus

Mo Ghile Mear
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Written by le Seán Clárach Mac Domnhnaill (1691-1754 AD)
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MacDonnell was a great Tipperary bard, of whom there are many interesting tales. He was a laborer by trade, but educated in the "hedge-schools." He was a great poet.
He was literate in Gaelic, Greek, Latin, and English, and this song (Gile Mear) reflects that literacy, with its Classical references to Caesar, Phoebus (Apollo), Mars and Cupid, as well as the references to Celtic gods and heroes such as Lugh, Fergus, etc.
It is said that he once entered an upper-class book seller's in Cork, and was looking at a leather-bound, gilt-edged, folio copy of the Iliad in the original Greek. He was holding it upside down, which gave the owner and assembled gentry great amusement to see the "illiterate peasant with the marks of the sty on his brogues."
He asked the owner; "Beggin' ye pardon, yer Honour, but how much is this book here?"
The owner, greatly amused, said; "50 guineas Paddy, but if ye can read it, you may have it."
MacDonnell then turned the book around and began reading from it in fluent Greek. The dumbfounded owner was bound to his oath, and the assembled gentry got even greater amusement at his considerable expense! (50 guineas was a huge sum in those days.)
In his declining years, word was mistakenly circulated of his demise before the actual event. One of his competitors composed a moving poetic elegy. MacDonell was said to have responded tartly to the effect that while he appreciated the sentiment, he preferred if the poem was released only after his actual death! (It was.)
This song was composed c. 1746 AD. It is a rosg-cathadh (in Scottish Gaelic, brosnachadh), a battle hymn or incitement. (These correspond to the "paen" sung by ancient Greek warriors going into battle, which may indicate an even more ancient Indo-European tradition.)
It was intended to invite Prince Charles Edward Stuart, who had but recently fled Scotland after the failure of the 1745 Jacobite Rising, to return, and to incite the Irish to join in another Rising.
(The 1745 Rising had taken place in Scotland and England, when Prince Charles Edward Stuart landed and attempted to regain the throne of his grandfather, James VII and II of Scotland and England and Ireland respectively, for his father, who was James VIII and III in the Jacobite reckoning.
James VII / II had been unseated by the Dutch ruler, William of Orange in the coup known by the Whigs and their successors as the "Glorious Revolution" of 1688-89, which was followed by the first Jacobite War {1689-91}. William, who was married to James' daughter Mary, was invited to assume the throne by a cabal of English and some Scots magnates, due to the open Catholicism of James and his unpopularity, esp. with the more radical Protestant elements in Britain. There were other abortive risings, in 1715 and 1719.)
Ireland had played little part directly, although most of the "French" troops who landed in support of the Rising were made up of Irish mercenaries in the French service.)
From internal evidence, it was probably written shortly after the Rising failed, as some of the metaphors seem to reflect Charles Edward's escape after Culloden. Charles may have been in France, or still on the dodge in Scotland. The general tone being one of his having "left," as opposed to his coming or presence. Also, the verses reflect a desire that the "dashing darling" come again, as opposed to a first coming.
Although many of the Gaels in Ireland and Scotland viewed them as the true heirs, the Stuarts had never been particularly kind or useful to the Gaels in either country, especially the Catholic Irish.
Jamie Baggie-breeks (the Sixth of Scotland, First of England and Ireland) had been particularly UN-kind, "planting" Ulster with Scots Protestant settlers who became the "Ulster Scots", aka the "Scotch-Irish", sowing the seeds of troubles that continue to this day.
Despite this and other deeds, the Irish rose in the Stuart cause in the English Civil War, and again in the first Jacobite War, as well as serving as mercenaries in the French levies sent to Scotland in the latter wars.
Of course, it must be remembered that one of the reasons James VII / II was deposed in the first place was because he had openly converted to Catholicism and had an heir who was likely to be raised Catholic. This gave the Catholic Gaels both in Ireland and Scotland (and there still were a fair number of Catholic Gaels in Scotland at that time) the hope of more just treatment under a Catholic monarch as opposed to a Protestant monarch.
Couched as a love song, it is one of the poetic "code songs" so common in a time and place where patriotic sentiments could lead to death, imprisonment, or exile.
The "Gile Mear" was Prince Charles Edward Stuart. Charles Edward is compared favorably to Caesar, Apollo, Lugh, and other Classical and Celtic gods and heroes. For example, the phrase; "Is cosuil e le h-Aonghus Og" means lit.; "T'is "like-eye" he with Angus Og," (i.e.; he is "like unto" Angus Og, an ancient god of youth and beauty.)
The title is translated variously as "shining {or dashing} darling."
Fr. Dineen's authoritative dictionary says "gile" means; "brightness, whiteness, a term of endearment... and gives the term "a ghile" as; "dearest" and na ghile as; "great. brightest, beloved" so the meaning is fairly clear.
{Sometimes it is translated as "dashing or shining lad," due to the word Gile sometimes being mistaken for "giolla" or "gillie" a boy. However, all old written versions I have seen, particularly Hyde's authoritative version, are rendered "Gile", and the tradition bearers I have spoken with on this were unanimous on this being the word and meaning}.
"Mear" also has many meanings, but among the first are; "swift, sudden, lively, active, valiant, joyous, giddy, raging, mad, and wild." It can also mean "produce {of the land}, "offspring" or "descendants" and "fosterling" or "pet." This word is also related to "mearcach," which has the meaning of impetuousness, even to the point of rashness.
This is particularly interesting in light of the fact that the meaning of produce and offspring can be connected to Charles as the "true king" who, in Celtic belief, was the one who would bring fertility and productiveness to the land and people (probably derived from the old "Corn King" beliefs).
This is reinforced by the mention of the cuckoo not singing, or the cries of the hounds not being heard - i.e.; all nature was off-balance awaiting the advent of the true king who would cause the land to be productive again. (It is interesting also to note that Scotland, at least, had suffered harsh weather and bad harvests for two years preceding the '45. This would not have escaped the bard's notice.)
Likewise, the meaning of fosterling is important because the closest and most important relationships in Celtic culture were those of fosterage, as in the old Gaelic proverb; "Blood to 10 degrees, fosterage to 100." A warrior or chief's shield-brother was normally his foster-brother.
This is all very typical of bardic heroic poetry - they make runs and use words with multiple meanings and levels for those "in the know" - as all their audiences would have been then.
I once had the entire set of verses from Douglas Hyde's great book, "Love Songs of Connaught", given to me in Cul Aodh (Co. Cork) by the local seannachaidh, Sean Dineen. Unfortunately, the briefcase containing my only copy was stolen. The below is a pastiche of the best words and verses I could find or remember, with some alternate versions or words. Some of the translations are my own, except where the extant translation was already suitable. The translations are meant to be comprehensible, not poetic, and hopefully (with the notes) still give the flavor of the Gaelic.

Mo ghile mear

Some of the translations I am unsure of - no one person can lay a claim to the only interpretation of what is very archaic poetry. I am open to other interpretations, and hope some others will eventually pop up.
Wherever possible, I used the older forms of Irish (prior to the "reforms" of the 1950s), since these often have clues to the real meanings. Some of the words may still need diacritical marks. I haven't quite gotten them finished.
Mo Ghile Mear
Seal da rabhas im' mhaighdean shéimh,'S anois im' bhaintreach chaite thréith,Mo chéile ag treabhadh na dtonn go tréanDe bharr na gcnoc is i n-imigcéin.
(For a while I was a gentle maiden {lit.: "in my state of being a maiden"}And now a spent worn-out widow My spouse ploughing the waves strongly Over the hills and far away)
'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear, 'Sé mo Chaesar {Shaesar}, Ghile Mear, Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin {alt.; Ní bhfuaireas féin aon tsuan ar séan} Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear.
(He is my hero, my dashing darling He is my Caesar, dashing darling. I've had no rest from forebodings Since far away went my dashing darling. )
Bímse buan ar buaidhirt gach ló, {" ló " - dialectical poetic form of "latha / La" - day}Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na ndeórMar scaoileadh uainn an buachaill beó'S ná ríomhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrón.
(Each day I am constantly sad Weeping bitterly and shedding tears Because our lively lad has left us And no news from him is heard, my sorrow!)
Ní labhrann cuach go suairc ar nóinIs níl guth gadhair i gcoillte cnó,Ná maidin shamhraidh i ngleanntaibh ceoigh (leoigh) Ó d'imthigh uainn an buachaill beó.
(The cuckoo sings not pleasantly {lit; "affably"} at noon And the voice of hounds is heard not in nut-filled woods, Nor summer morning in misty glen Since he went away from us, the lively boy.)
(Alternate):
Ni h-aoibhinn {haoibhinn} cuach ba shuairc ar neoinTaid fior-chaoin uaisle ar uathadh spóirtTaid saoithe is suadha i mbuairt 's i mbrónÓ scaoileadh uainn an buachaill beo
({the} pleasant cuckoo is not singing affably at noonT'is they are truly {affable, gentle}, noble, on solitary sport {also pleasure} They are good, generous {men/warriors/scholars}, and cultured {learned}, it {is a} sorrow and a pity.{Both are actually words meaning deep sorrow} Since departed from us the lively boy.)
{Note: uathadh can mean "solitary" or "slaughtering" - here, paired with "sport", perhaps; "hunting" ?}
This alternate verse seems to me to be the union of two disparate verses - the metaphors don't seem to hang together properly, nor do they seem to fit.
Níor éirigh Phoebus féin ar cóir Ar chaoin-chneas {chaomhneas} ré tá daol-bhrat bróin {bhróin} Tá saobhadh ar spéir is spéirling mhórChun {sleibhe / sléibhte} i gcéin mar d'éalaigh {or; d'éaluig / ealas} an leon
No more is rising Phoebus {Apollo} himself, in truth {i.e.; The sun is no longer rising}In companionship {with the} moon {he} is {in} a mourning suit of sorrowTis confusion in {lit.; on} {the} sky {heavens} and great stormsUntil in it is seen, like a swan, the lion.
{Perhaps a metaphor for Charles Edward in a ship, the white sails being the "swan." - or poss.; "Until (the} mountain sees like (his?) escape"?}
Níl séis go suairc ar chrua-chruit cheoil,Tá an éigse i ngruaim gan uaim 'na mbeol; Táid beathaithe {béithe} buan ar buaidhirt {buairt} gach ló, Ó théarnaigh uainn an buachaill beo.
(Not a delight the pleasant {hard- or possibly bent ?} harp of music T'is the satirist {is} gloomy, without "poetic diction" * They are in constant sadness each daySince the escape from us of the lively lad)
* {line 2 of this verse is more literally; "{poetic} alliteration {esp. of the important last 2 lines, the "ceangal" or binding used by the old bards} )
Is glas a shúil mhear, mhúirneach, mhodhúilMar leagadh an drúchta ar chuimhais an rois Tá Mars 's Cúipid dlúth i gcómhar {gcóir}i bpearsain úir 's i ngnúis mo stóir
Tis {a} green-eyed darling,with eyes full of love, mild-manneredLike melting {of} the dew on {the} {covering or face of} the roseTis Mars and Cupid {in} close cooperation a new person, and it {in} the visage {face} of my treasure
{The poet seems to mean that Mars and Cupid cooperated on making Charles Edward, a new type of person personifying both war and love, and / or those traits meet in his features.}
Is cas a chul 's is cursach coir Is dlaitheach {dlathach} dlúith 's is búcladh bórrIs feachach fionn ar lonnradh an óir Ó bhaitheas {bhathas} úr go com mo stóir
Tis {cas a chul - a "difficult case", "foot behind" or "slender foot"?} and a just causeTis {battlefield or ruin} (swift or ashes} and t'is {ringlets or buckles} {great, haughty}Tis {feachach - firm step or a spade} fair on plundering the gold{"O" or "Since"} {"new life" - a health?} {go com - equally ?} my treasure
Another toughie! This seems to represent a typical bardic set of alternatives or possibly comparatives - possible takes:
Tis a difficult case and a just causeTis a swift battle{field} and great {or "haughty", i.e. noble ?} bucklesTis a firm step fair on plundering the goldO new life equally to my treasure
He could equally be saying things like "swift ruin". Obviously, some difficult choices here. Other interpretations would work. Is cosúil é le hAonghus Óg, Le Lughaidh mac Chéin na mbéimeann mór, Le Cúraoi ard mac Dáire an óir, Taoiseach Eireann tréan ar {an} tóir
(T'is "like-eye" he with Angus Og (i.e.; he resembles Angus Og, a Celtic god)With Lughaidh mac Cein of the great blows With Cu Raoi, high son of Derry of the Gold Leader of Erin, brave in the pursuit.)
(Lughaidh, Cu Raoi, and the rest below are legendary Celtic heros and demi-gods)
Le Conall Ceárnach bheárnadh póirt, Le Fearghas fiúntacht fionn mac Róigh, Le Conchubhar cáidh mhac Náis na nós, Taoiseach aoibhinn Chraoibhe an cheoil.
With Conal Cernach in the fortress gap With Fergus, fair, worthy son of RoighWith Conor, modest son of Nessa of the traditions {Conor is the king of Ulster in the Táin}Leader, pleasant tree of the music {i.e.; a sponsor of bards and musicians} Ní mhaoidhfead féin cé hé mo stór, Tá insint scéil 'na dhéidh go leor, Ach guím chun Aoin-Mhic Dé na gcomhacht Go dtige mo laoch gan b{h}aoghal beo.
I am not boasting {cé - "who"?} {hé - ?} my treasureTis telling a story of the {wish, concern} enoughBut a conspiracy until {the} almighty One Son of God {To or through} {the "thick of the fight" or "home"} my young hero without danger {to his ?} life
(A few more tough choices here! Still wrestling with this one as well)
Marcach uasal uaibhreach óg,Gas gan gruaim is suairce snó{dh},Glac is luaimneach, luath i ngleoAg teascadh an t-sluaigh {t-slóigh} 's ag tuargain treon.
(Noble, proud young horseman Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant countenace A swift-moving hand, quick in a fight, Slaying the enemy host and smiting the strong.)
(Ach) Seinntear stáir ar chláirsigh cheoil's líontair táinte cárt ar bórd,Le hinntinn ard gan cháim, gan cheóChun (chuir) saoighal {saoil} is sláinte d' fhagháil dom leómhan.
(Let a strain be played on musical harps And let many quarts be filled With high spirit without fault or mist For life and health to toast my lion. )
Cúrfá 2:Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha,'s Eire go léir faoi chlócaibh dubha;Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féinÓ luaidh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear.
(Dashing darling for a while under sorrow And all Ireland under black cloaks Rest or pleasure I did not get Since he went far away, my dashing darling. )
Cúrfá (alternate):
'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear, 'Sé mo Shaesar, gile mear; Mo chruatán féin a luadh tré léan Mar chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear !
(He is my hero, my dashing darling He is my Caesar, dashing darling. My {chruatan} {mention, milling} {through} {follow}As far away went my dashing darling)
Also found this sheet music, but unsure of whose version it is - I strongly recommend going with Micheál O Domhnaill's excellent version. (On his Relativity album of the same name and on the compilation, "The Celts Will Rise Again".
(I am still working on the music.)
(The Sting version, whatever can be said for his talent otherwise, is bloody awful, completely untrue to the piece, the period, or the Gaelic, though I do commend him somewhat for even attempting the piece. He certainly popularized it, anyway. I just wish he had troubled himself to do a better job of it.)

Mo ghile mear U tube connection

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIXi-kkWjH0

Urchill an chreagain
Uirchill An Chreagain lyrics

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Orals 4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrjsbY9pEgA

Orals 1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8up4WInMAFs

Orals 3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BApgaCREFMg

Orals 2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKnaOIgMBZ8

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

ARDTEIST 3

http://pc.rte.ie/2006/pc/pod-v-gaeilgenahardteiste-200206.mp3

Aiste TS.

Ceolchoirm
E Céitinn

Is maith is cumhin liom an cheolchoirm sin. Dúradh gurbh é ceolchoirm na bliana é. Is minic a thagann sé suas sa chaint is muid ag cogarnáil le chéile. Dála an scéil, is mise Siobhán, mac léinn choláiste phadraig, Bailefionn. D’fhéadhfá a rá go raibh méi mo chailín ciúin, cúthalach sular bhuail mé leis an oíche cinnúnach sin. Éisean ba chúis leis, a dúradh, Éisean a chur mé ar strae a dúradh, Éisean a tharraig drochcháil orm is mé r tí mo theastas sóisearach a dhéanamh.
Ach, an raibh sé d’aon ghnó? Ar tharla sé gan choinne nó an raibh plean aige? Déarfadh dao áirithe go raibh síol an oilc ionam agus gurb iad na muice cúine a itheann an mín. Ráimise a deirimse, ní raibh an locht ar éinne. Ba thoil Dé é, B’é mo chuinnint.

Cúig bhliana déag d’aois a bhí mé ag an am, agus cheap mé go raibh mé aibí go leor chun freastal ar cheolcoirm na scoile. Néal codalta ní bhfuair mé an oíche roimhe. Bhí mé g tnúth leis an gceolchoirm, is ar éigean a bhí mé in ann fannacht.

D’éalaigh mé amach fuinneog mo sheomra I ngan fhios do mo mhathair. Ni thabharfadh sí cead dom dul aon áit go dtí go raibh na scrudaithe thart. Bean údarasach ab ea í is níor thuig sí meon an déagóra. Bhí orm mo fhod a sheasamh, bhí orm dul amach. Bheartaigh mé mo sciorta ghearr a chaitheamh I dteannta le mo bhuiaitisí fada leathar.

Go gairid ina dhiaidh sin shroich mé geataí na scoile. Is amhlaidh go raibh slua mó ann romham. Chuala mé an dránáil fite fuaite leis an gceol. Isteach liom gan a thuilleadh moille is mé ar bís. An choinne d’áirigh mé é ag stanadh orm, thánaig sé trasana chugham is thosaíomar ag caint. Bhí rud éigean faoi. Conas a raibh a fhios agam go gcuirfeadh sé rud éigin I mo dheoch? Conas a raibh fhios agam go mbeinn i mo staicín áfáise, is go rachainn suas ar an stáitse. Ach b’shin cad a rinne mé. Dúradh go raibh mé i m’óinseach cheart. D’fhoghlaim mé mo cheacht an oiche sin ní labhróidh mé le stráinséirí go deo na ndeor, bheul ag an gcéad disco eile ar aon nós.