Ding Dong Dederó

[Botticelli]

Hi, I've been looking for the lyrics for this for a frustrating hour. Any help?
thanx,
Siobhan

[Steffan O'Sullivan]

botticell...@hotmail.com (Botticelli) wrote:
>Hi, I've been looking for the lyrics for this for a frustrating hour. Any help?

There are two or three versions of this song - this is the only
one I have words for though. The "ding dong dedero" is the ring
of a blacksmith's hammer on the anvil, BTW.

I'll write a fada (accent mark) as apostrophe after the vowel. An
apostrophe after a consonant is just an apostrophe, and there's one
apostrophe after a fada - it's not a typo!

Ding dong dedero', buail sin, se'id seo!
Ding dong dedero', buail sin, se'id seo!
Ding dong dedero', buail sin, se'id seo!
D'imigh mo bhean leis an ta'illiu'ir aerach.

Ni' maith a ni'm fe'in tua na' corra'n,
Ni' maith a ni'm fe'in ramhan na' slea'n,
O' d'imigh uaim mo stuaire mna'
Le gaige trua gan bhuar, gan spara'n.

A bhean u'd thi'os an bhrollaigh ghle'igil,
B'fhearra dhuit fille is na builg do she'ide
Na' do ghabha maith fe'in go bra'th a thre'igean
Is triall ris an ta'illiu'ir ar fuaid na h-E'ireann.

Ca' bhfuil mo bhuachaill? Buail sin, se'id seo!
Ca' bhfuil mo neart, is snas mo che'irde?
Ca' bhfuil mo radharc? Ta''n adharc ar m'e'adan
O' d'e'aluigh mo bhean leis an ta'illiu'ir aerach.

Ding dong dedero', buail sin, se'id seo!
Ding dong dedero', buail sin, se'id seo!
D'imigh mo bhean leis an ta'illiu'ir aerach.
Is ni' thu'rfadh mo chosa me' ar sodar fad te'ide.

--
-Steffan O'Sullivan | "I suppose there's nothing that braces one
s...@panix.co | more thoroughly than the spectacle of the
Plymouth, NH, USA | forces of darkness stubbing their toe ..."
www.panix.com/~sos | -P.G. Wodehouse

[Botticelli]

THanks a million Steffan. I like the apostrophes better than /s which
are hard on the eye.

So the woman ran off with the gay tailor. Cruel!

love Siobhan

[Conrad Bladey ***Peasant****]

It is in O'Sullivan Songs of the Irish in gaelic and in english.

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[1}…regular at the rails, smilers at flag-day corners, blameless not
extortionate, superior to party, not loving their own selves, bird-watchers
and inventors of humane bull-slaying, temperate,
fair-spoken,appreciative-all this and a great deal more-it arouses
complicated emotions to see such intimate friends unawares seated
confidently in a ventilaged room smiling at superstition on the fifth of
November May be they'll yet laugh on the other side oftheir faces at
gunpowdered reason.-David Michael Jones 1895-1974 From the Book of Balaam's
Ass(1974) from The Sleeping Lord and other Fragments (1995)