phonetic rhythms

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

Thoe hettle specken

hettle thettle teble thoe...

tir da, tir da

wis nigh doe meckle so.



fir day sew lay

lay day, fir hettle doe.

Bone quay dear dane

tay vaughn tospeckle hay.

[holeinboatoutatsea]

1. here goes

Traditional sea shanty and a rousing drinking!

words and music Traditional

Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It's all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots?
They're all gone for beer and tobacco
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking out for better weather

Where is me shirt, my noggin', noggin' shirt?
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking out for better weather

I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me slumber
For I spent all me dough on the lassies movin' slow
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

Where is me bed, me noggin' noggin bed
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
Well I lent it to a whore and now the sheets are all tore
And the springs are looking out for better whether.

Where is me wench, me noggin' noggin' whence
She's all gone for beer and tobacco
Well her (clap) is all worn out and her (clap) is knocked about
And her (clap) is looking out for better whether.

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

2. Yay! Great one. Sounds great read out loud.

[holeinboatoutatsea]

3. check this one out

Aililiú Na Gamhna
In iníon d'aoire mé I'm a herdsman's daughter
Féinig gan amhras Sure enough
Do bhíodh ina cónaí Who once lived
Cois taobh na Leamhna Down by the banks of the Laune
Bhí bothán agam féin ann I had a cabin there
Is fuinneog i gceann de A window in the gable
Fad a bhíodh an bainne ag téamh agam While I heated the milk
'Sea ghlaofainn ar na gamhna I called in the calves

Chorus:
Aililiú na gamhna Aililiú the calves
Na gamhna bána The pretty calves
Aililiú na gamhna Aililiú the calves
Na gamhna b'iad a b'fhearr liom I loved them the best
Aililiú na gamhna Aililiú the calves
Na gamhna geala bána The fine pretty calves
Na gamhna maidin shamhraidh Dancing in the meadow
Ag damhsa ar na bánta On a clear summer's morning

Faightear dom cana Get me a can
Is faightear dom bhuarach And get me a ladle
Is faightear dom soitheach Get me a vessel
Ina gcuirfead mo chuid uachtair To take all the cream
Ceolta sí na cruinne bheith The magic music of the world
Á síorchur i m'chluasa Always around me
Ba bhinne liomsa géimneach na mbó But sweeter sounding still the cattle
Ag teacht chun buaile Lowing to the parlor

(Chorus)

Rachaimid ar an aonach Let us go to the fair
Is ceannóimid gamhna And buy us some calves
Is cuirfimid ar féar iad Put them to grass out
Amach ins na gleannta Above in the valleys
Íosfaidh siad an féar They'll eat all the grass
Is barr an aitinn ghallda And the tufts of the strange gorse
Is tiocfaidh siad abhaile chun And come home for the milk
An bhainne i gcóir an tSamhraidh At the start of the summer

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

4. Gettin' Gaelic....

The first bit was just for verbal exercise and has no basis in anything but sound....

An Bheirt Mhac

Labhrai/odh I/osa le gach saghas duine. Ni/ daoine maithe
amha/in a bhi/odh ina chomhluadar. Bhi/odh na Fairisi/nigh ag
gearan faoi mar gheall air sin.

D'inis se/ an sce/al seo do/ibh la/ amha/in.

Bhi/ fear ann a raibh beirt mhac aige. D'iarr an mac ab o/ige air
a chuid fe/in den sealu/chas a thabhairt do/. Chuaigh se/ thar lear
ansin, a/it ar chaith se/ a chuid airgid go fa/nach. Nuair a bhi/ a
chuid da/ shealu/chas caite aige, tharla gorta sa ti/r sin. Bhi/
daoine ag fa/il bha/is den ocras. Chuaigh se/ ag obair ag aoireacht
muc. Bhi/odh se/ chomh/ hocrach ansin go n-i/osfadh se/ na fe/ithleoga
a d'fhaigheadh na muca da/ dtabharfai/ do/ iad.

Bhi/ uaigneas air freisin.

"Nach me/ an t-amada/n," a du/irt se/ leis fe/in. "Ta/ fir ag
obair ag m'athair a bhfuil a ndo/thain le hithe acu. Agus ta/ ocras
ormsa! Rachaidh me/ abhaile agus de/arfaidh me/ le m'athair go bhfuil
bro/n orm. Ni/ fiu/ me/ go dtabharfadh se/ mac orm. Ach b'fhe/idir go
ligfeadh se/ dom dul ag obair do/."

Chuir se/ chun bo/thair. Chonaic a athair ag teacht e/ agus rith
se/ amach le bualadh leis. Rug se/ barro/g air.

"Tugaigi/ e/adai/ nua do/," a du/irt se/ lena shearbho/ntai/.
"Agus marai/gi/ an lao biata agus de/anfaimid flea/. Shi/l me/ go
raibh mo mhac marbh agus ta/ se/ beo tar e/is an tsaoil."

Nuair a tha/inig an mac ba shine isteach, bhi/ se/ ar buile!

"Ta/ me/ ag obair duit leis na blianta agus ni/ dhearna tu/ flea/
ariamh dom," ar se/ lena athair. "Ach fe/ach gur mharaigh tu/ an lao
biata do mo dheartha/ir gan mhaith!"

"Ta/ a fhios agat gur leat a bhfuil agam," a du\irt a athair. "Ach
bhi/ se/ ceart aoibhneas a dhe/anamh agus a/thas. Bhi/ do
dheartha/ir caillte agus fuarthas e/.'

NOTE:
"fe/ithleoga" is an old, obsolete word for "faighneoga", pods/shells.

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What wonderful sounds!

[holeinboatoutatsea]

5. one has to hear it to believe how good it is

sounds from the angels protecting the Holy Grail.