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A Pheadair, a Aspail, An bhfaca tú mo ghrá geal? Óchón agus óchón-ó! Chonaic mé ar ball é, Gá chéasadh ag an ngarda. Óchón agus óchón-ó! Cé hé an fear breá sin Ar Chrann na Páise? Óchón agus óchón-ó! An é n-aithníonn tú do Mhac, A Mháthrín? Óchón agus óchón-ó! An é sin an Maicín A hoileadh in ucht Mháire? Óchón agus óchón-ó! An é sin an Maicín A rugadh insan stábla? Óchón agus óchón-ó! An é sin an Maicín A d'iompair mé trí ráithe? Óchón agus óchón-ó! A Mhicín mhúirneach, Tá do bhéal 's do shróinín gearrtha, Óchón agus óchón-ó! Cuireadh tairní maola trína chosa 's trína lámha, Óchón agus óchón-ó! Cuireadh an tsleá Trína bhrollach álainn. Óchón agus óchón-ó! Óchón agus óchón-ó! ********************* Peter, Apostle, Have you seen my bright love? Alas, and alas-o! I saw not long ago Surrounded by his enemies. Alas, and alas-o! Who is that good man Upon the Passion Tree? Alas, and alas-o! It is your son, Mother, Don’t you recognise me? Alas, and alas-o! Is that the wee son That was nourished at Mary's breast? Alas, and alas-o! Is that the son That was born to me in the stable? Alas, and alas-o! Is that the son I carried for three quarters? Alas, and alas-o! Darling little son, Your mouth and your nose are cut, Alas, and alas-o! Blunt nails were pushed through His feet and his hands. Ochón agus ochón-ó! And a spear pierced Through his beautiful chest. Alas, and alas-o! Alas, and alas-o! Guth: Seán Mór Ó Cuinn Painting: Vladimir Borovikovsky - The Crucifixion celticdesigns.scot smocuinnpoetry.com