Song: Mná na hÉireann
Artist: Kate Bush
Music: Seán Ó Riada
Poem: Peadar Ó Doirnín
Arrangement: Kate Bush with Dónal Lunny and Fiachra Trench
Album: Common ground - Voices of modern Irish music
Tabbed by DJ
23rd Feb 2016
Hear the track at this link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zv81scScSto
CAPO: 2nd fret (Sounds in the key of Bm)
Chord names and fret positions are relative to the capo:
Am = x02210 Am7 = x02010 Em = 022000
A4 = x02230 Asus2 = x02200 Dsus2 = xx0230
D/A = x00232 Cadd9 = x32030
D7/A = x00212 D = xx0232
D6/A = x00202 G = 320033
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[Intro]
Am A4 Am D/A D7/A D6/A Am D/A
| / / / /__/ | / / / /___/ | / / / / | / / / / |
Am7 D/A Asus2 D/A
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[Verse 1]
Am7 D/A
Tá bean in Éirinn a phronnfadh séad domh
Am D/A
Is mo sháith le n-ól
Am7 D/A
Is tá bean in Éirinn is ba bhinne léithe
Cadd9 D G
Mo ráfla ceoil ná seinm théad
Em Dsus2 Cadd9
Atá bean in Éirinn is níorbh fhearr léi beo
Am7 D Cadd9 D G
Mise ag léimnigh nó leagtha i gcré is mo thárr faoi fhód
[Verse 2]
Am7 Cadd9 D
Tá bean in Éirinn a bheadh ag éad liom
Am7 D
Mur' bhfaighfinn ach póg
Am7 Cadd9 D
Ó bhean ar aonach, nach ait an scéala,
Cadd9 D G
Is mo dháimh féin leo, tá bean ab fhearr liom
Em Dsus2 Cadd9
Nó cath is céad dhíobh nach bhfagham go deo
Am7 Cadd9 D
Is tá cailín spéiriúil ag fear gan Bhéarla,
Cadd9 D G
Dubhghránna cróin
[Violin Break]
Am A4 Am D/A D7/A D6/A Am D/A
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Am7 D/A Asus2 D/A
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[Verse 3]
Am7 D/A
Tá bean a déarfadh dá siulfainn léi
Am D/A
Go bhfaighinn an t-ór
Am7 D/A
Is tá bean 'na léine is fearr a méin
Cadd9 D G
Ná na táinte bó le bean a bhuairfeadh
Em Dsus2 Cadd9
Baile an Mhaoir is clár Thír Eoghain,
Am7 D/A Cadd9 D G
Is ní fheicim leigheas ar mo ghalar féin ach scaird a dh'ól
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There's a woman in Ireland who'd give me a gem,
And my fill to drink,
There's a woman in Ireland,
To whom my singing is sweeter than the music of strings,
There's a woman in Ireland,
Who would much prefer me leaping,
Than laid in the clay and my belly under the sod
There's a woman in Ireland who'd envy me,
If I got naught but a kiss from a woman at a fair,
Isn't it strange and the love I have for them,
There's a woman I'd prefer to a battalion,
And a hundred of them whom I will never get,
And an ugly, swarthy man with no English has a beautiful girl
There's a woman who would say,
That if I walked with her I'd get the gold,
And there's the woman of the shirt
Whose mien is better than herds of cows,
With a woman who would deafen Baile an Mhaoir
And the plain of Tyrone,
And I see no cure for my disease, but to have a drink
