An Teicheadh Go h’Éigipt (Translation and taught by: Nóirín Ní Riain)

Tráith chuala Herod bhí laige’s gruaim air
Go rugadg an Rí a bhéarfadh bua air
In onóir, in uaisleacht, i gcumhacht’s i méadacht,
Do líon lán-channcar fuatha’s éad’é

‘S nach trua sin!

Ba ghearr go dtáinig an t-aingeal ‘na dhéidh sin
Agus labhair go modhail leis an fhaoileann déid-ghil:
“O caithfidh sibh teicheadh le ceile go h’Éigipt
Nó is gairid go gcluinidh sibh feall is éigeart,”

‘S nach trua sin!

D’imigh an Triúr ar shiúl na hoíche – 
An Naomh, an Mhaighdean, agus Rí na Ríthe;
Gan charaid, gan stór, gan ór, gan éadail
Ach Rí na bhFlaitheas geal, an Leanbhán Gléigeal,

‘S nach trua sin!

::

Herod was weak and dejected when he heard 
that the king was born who would best him 
in honour, in nobility, in power and in esteem 
– he was filled with a deep hatred and jealousy

Isn’t that pitiful!

Shortly afterwards, the angel appeared and gently spoke to the lovely, fair maiden. 
“O, you must flee together to Egypt 
or you will soon hear of treachery and injustice.

Isn’t that pitiful!

The three walked through the night 
– the saint, the Virgin and the King of Kings – 
without friend, provision, money or riches 
but the bright King of heaven, the spotless Babe.

Isn’t that pitiful!



An Teacheadh Go H'Eigipt

12th century Great Responsory Chant for the night office of the feast of Saint James, July 25th
Codex Calixtinus f.111r and 217r and v. 

Learned from Catherine Sergent


O adiutor omnium seculorum! 
O decus apostolorum! 
O lux clara Galecianorum!
O advocate peregrinorum, Iacobe, supplantator viciorum: solve nostrorum catenas delictorum, et duc nos ad salutis portum 

Qui subvenis periclitantibus ad te clamantibus tam in mari quam in terra, succurre nobis nunc et in periculomortis. 
Et duc nos ad salutis portum

::

Oh helper throughout the ages! 
Oh glory of the apostles! 
Oh shining light to Galicians! 
Oh advocate of pilgrims, James, remover of hardships: take off the chains of our sins and lead us to safe harbours. 

You who come to the aid of those who call to you in their perils both at sea and on land, help us now and when we face the danger of death. And lead us to safe harbours. 


O Adiutor

I learned this beautiful song from Iarla Ó Lionáird's 'Seven Steps to Mercy.'

Is iníon d'aoire mé
Féinig gan amhras
Do bhíodh ina cónaí
Cois taobh na Leamhna
Bhí bothán agam féin ann
Is fuinneog i gceann de
Fad a bhíodh an bainne ag téamh agam
'Sea ghlaofainn ar na gamhna

Aililiú na gamhna
Na gamhna bána
Aililiú na gamhna
Na gamhna b'iad a b'fhearr liom
Aililiú na gamhna
Na gamhna geala bána
Na gamhna maidin shamhraidh
Ag damhsa ar na bánta
 
Faightear dom cana
Is faightear dom bhuarach
Is faightear dom soitheach
Ina gcuirfead mo chuid uachtair
Ceolta sí na cruinne bheith
Á síorchur i m'chluasa
Ba bhinne liomsa géimneach na mbó
Ag teacht chun buaile
 
(Curfá)
 
Rachaimid ar an aonach
Is ceannóimid gamhna
Is cuirfimid ar féar iad
Amach ins na gleannta
Íosfaidh siad an féar
Is barr an aitinn ghallda
Is tiocfaidh siad abhaile chun
An bhainne i gcóir an tSamhraidh

I'm a herdsman's daughter
Sure enough
Who once lived
Down by the banks of the Laune
I had a cabin there
A window in the gable
While I heated the milk
I called in the calves
Aililiú the calves
The pretty calves
Aililiú the calves
I loved them the best
Aililiú the calves
The fine pretty calves
Dancing in the meadow
On a clear summer's morning
 
Get me a can
And get me a ladle
Get me a vessel
To take all the cream
The magic music of the world
Always around me
But sweeter still the cattle
Lowing to the parlor
 
(Chorus)
 
Let us go to the fair
And buy us some calves
Put them to grass out
Above in the valleys
They'll eat all the grass
And the tufts of the strange gorse
And come home for the milk
At the start of the summer

Lucy Ridsdale's Album

Aililiu na Gamhna (Calling home the calves)

This is a (Gregorian) chant from the Cistercian community of Las Huelgas in Burgos, Spain. It is from the manuscript codex Las Huelgas IX copied in c.1325 and celebrates the feast of John the Baptist, June 23. I learned it from Catherine Sargent. 

O quam sanctum, quam preclarum,
Qui vivencium aquarum
Fontem, Christum baptizavit
Et lavantem cuncta lavit
In Iordanis flumine.

Ab offensis lava, Christe
Precursoris et baptiste
Natalacia colentes
Et exaudi nos gementes
In hac solitudinae

O how holy, how outstanding,
He (who was a fount of)
Living waters, baptised Christ
And washed the one washing all
In the river Jordan.

O Christ, wash from the offences
Of the precursor and Baptist
Cherishing the things of birth
And hear us crying out
In this solitude.

Benedicamus XXIII

Ave Generosa is a 12th century plainchant composed by Hildegard of Bingen.

Ave Generosa

Taken from a text from Lamentations, this Hebrew language song is a plea to turn back to the Lord.

Ha-shi-ve-nu, Ha-shi-ve-nu, 
a-do-nai e--le-cha, 
ve-na-shu va, ve-na-shu-va, 
ka-desh, ka-desh ya me-nu-ke-ke-dem.

Hashivenu

A simple three-part round with the words 'Extinction Rebellion'. It can form the base of improvisations, spoken word etc.

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