I've always been curious about the Celts. They seem largely untouched by this nation's proclivity to blend with other races. Could it be that they've taken to heart Jimmy Carter's pronouncement, "I see nothing wrong with a community maintaining its racial integrity." Just paraphrasing here, you understand. Perhaps he didn't utter those exact words, but this is pretty close to what he said.
I’ve got more than you may have ever wanted to know about this song for you....
A ‘níon mhín ó, sin anall na fir shúirí
A mháithairin mhín ó, cuir na roithléan go dtí mé
[Curfá:]
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na farraige, b’fhearr a bhí in Éirinn
Tá ceann buí óir ar an dúlamán gaelach
Tá dhá chluais mhaol ar an dúlamán maorach
Bróga breaca dubha ar an dúlamán gaelach
Tá bearéad agus triús ar an dúlamán maorach
[Curfá 2x]
Góide a thug na tíre thú? arsa an dúlamán gaelach
Ag súirí le do níon, arsa an dúlamán maorach
Rachaimid chun Niúir leis an dúlamán gaelach
Ceannóimid bróga daora ar an dúlamán maorach
[Curfá]
Ó chuir mé scéala chuici, go gceannóinn cíor dí
‘Sé’n scéal a chuir sí chugam, go raibh a ceann cíortha
[Curfá]
Cha bhfaigheann tú mo ‘níon, arsa an dúlamán gaelach
Bheul, fuadóidh mé liom í, arsa an dúlamán maorach
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
[Curfá]
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na farraige, b’fhearr a bhí, b’fhearr a bhí
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na farraige, b’fhearr a bhí, b’fhearr a bhí
B’fhearr a bhí in Éirinn
[English translation:]
Oh gentle daughter, here come the wooing men
Oh gentle mother, put the wheels in motion for me
[Chorus:]
Seaweed from the yellow cliff, Irish seaweed
Seaweed from the ocean, the best in all of Ireland
There is a yellow gold head on the Gaelic seaweed
There are two blunt ears on the stately seaweed
The Irish seaweed has beautiful black shoes
The stately seaweed has a beret and trousers
[Chorus 2x]
“What are you doing here?” says the Irish seaweed
“At courting with your daughter,” says the stately seaweed
I would go to Niúir with the Irish seaweed
“I would buy expensive shoes,” said the Irish seaweed
[Chorus]
I spent time telling her the story that I would buy a comb for her
The story she told back to me, that she is well-groomed
“Oh where are you taking my daughter?” says the Irish seaweed
“Well, I’d take her with me,” says the stately seaweed
Seaweed from the yellow cliff, Irish seaweed
[Chorus]
Seaweed from the yellow cliff, Irish seaweed
Seaweed from the ocean, the best, the best
Seaweed from the yellow cliff, Irish seaweed
Seaweed from the ocean, the best, the best
The best in all of Ireland
Some notes I found at the Mudcat Cafe:
As you can see from the first verse, this is really a courting song, with the mother telling the daughter that the men are coming and the girl wanting to look like she’s good housewife material, i.e., showing them she can spin. In the second verse, the mother and daughter are talking about how unattractive the fellow is (the dulaman gaelach); however, in the third and fourth verse they’ve decided that he looks like he could afford to spend some money on them, as he can dress himself fairly well. In the fifth verse, the fellow promises the girl a present as an enticement to marriage. However, in the sixth verse the girl’s daddy (who is also a ‘dulaman gaelach’ - the names change in this verse) demands to know the fellow’s (the ‘dulaman maorach’ now) intentions; and, the daddy declares in the last verse that he’ll not let the fellow take his daughter away. However, the upstart says that he’ll just kidnap her!
The Celts today are a blend - of Celt, Norse, Roman, Norman and whoever else tried to conquer and/or got shipwrecked on the islands.
(Although we try to keep the Norman lobrids confined to London and Windsor Castle.)