A Nation Once Again
A Nation Once Again | |
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The Dublinersen musika-lana | |
Egilea(k) | The Dubliners |
Argitaratze-data | 1844 |
Jatorrizko herrialdea | Irlandako Errepublika |
Ezaugarriak | |
Hizkuntza | ingelesa |
Egile-eskubideak | jabetza publiko |
A Nation Once Again (euskaraz Nazio Bat Berriz Ere) irlandar abesti errebeldeen azpi-generoko adibide on bat da. Abestiko narratzaileak Irlanda aske izan zen garai batekin amets egiten du, izenburuak iradokitzen duen bezala, herrialde aske bat, Abestiak irlandarrak bere herrialdearengatik zutik mantendu eta borrokatzera bultzatzen ditu: "And righteous men must make our land a nation once again" ("Eta gizon zintzoek gure lurra berriz ere nazio bat bihurtuko dute").
Abestia 1840. hamarkadaren erdialdera Thomas Osborne Davisek (1814-1845) idatzi zuen. Davis Irlandaren independentziaren aldeko laguntza ematen zuen mugimendu baten sortzailea izan zen.
Irlandar abeslari eta musika talde askok abesti honen bertsio ugari grabatu izan dituzte, horien artean John McCormack, The Clancy Brothers, The Dubliners, 1972an The Wolfe Tones (nabarmenki errepublikar eta abertzalea zen irlandar musika taldea), Poxy Boggards eta The Irish Tenors taldeak beren 2007ko singlean (John McDermott, Ronan Tynan, Anthony Kearns) eta Sean Conway.
Hitzak
[aldatu | aldatu iturburu kodea]When boyhood's fire was in my blood
I read of ancient freemen,
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood,
Three hundred men and three men;
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain,
And Ireland, long a province, be.
A Nation once again!
A Nation once again,
A Nation once again,
And lreland, long a province, be
A Nation once again!
And from that time, through wildest woe,
That hope has shone a far light,
Nor could love's brightest summer glow
Outshine that solemn starlight;
It seemed to watch above my head
In forum, field and fane,
Its angel voice sang round my bed,
A Nation once again!
It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark
And service high and holy,
Would be profaned by feelings dark
And passions vain or lowly;
For, Freedom comes from God's right hand,
And needs a Godly train;
And righteous men must make our land
A Nation once again!
So, as I grew from boy to man,
I bent me to that bidding
My spirit of each selfish plan
And cruel passion ridding;
For, thus I hoped some day to aid,
Oh, can such hope be vain ?
When my dear country shall be made
A Nation once again!