Fionnghuala
– Fingal

 

Trad; arr. Mackinnon, Lyon, Watson (MCPS/PRS)

 

This is a very well-known port, or little song. Various versions of this song exist in the Highlands and Islands. The Bothy Band recorded a version of this song to critical acclaim, on their 1976 album, “Old Hag You Have Killed Me”.

 

Bheirinn fead air fulmairean
Bheirinn fead air falmairean
Luithannan beaga na mara
Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn
Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn

 

Sèist: x 2
‘S i gheala nam bothan nam bothan
Pe horo bha hin an doicheam
‘s hala han de han an doicheam
Bothan a bh’aig Fionnghuala

 

Thuirt an gobha fuirighidh mi
Thuirt an gobha falbhaidh mi
Thuirt an gobha leis an othail A
ir bh’air aig dorus an t-sàbhail
Gu rachadh e a shuirighe

 

Sèist

 

Cha d’thuirt an dadan an seo
Cha d’thuirt an dadan an seo
Cha d’thuirt an dadan an seo
Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn
Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn

 

I’d knock spots off the birds;
I’d knock spots off the hakes.
Little lythes of the sea;
We’d take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last.

 

Chorus: x 2
It’s the white bothy of bothies
“Pe horo bha hin an doicheam”
“‘s hala han de han an doicheam”
Fingal’s bothy.

 

The blacksmith said I’ll stay
The blacksmith said I’ll go
The blacksmith said in his confusion
Standing at the door of the barn
That he would go courting.

 

Chorus

 

We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We got nothing here
We’d take a while hauling them in
If our hand lines last.