FAINNE GEAL AN LAE lyrics and chords

FAINNE GEAL AN LAE lyrics and chords (The Dawning Of Day) 4/4 The sheet music for tin whistle and banjo / mandolin is included.

As played by Na Casaidigh (Use Capo on 1st fret)

Written by Thomas Connellan who was a blind Harper from the Sligo area. The tune of this song was borrowed by Paddy Kavanagh and set to ''On Raglan Road'' which was a hugh hit for The Dubliners. The tune was originally written in March Timing. The guitar chords are by Marc Fahrbach. This version is by Na Casaidigh

(C)Maidin moch do (Em)ghabhas a(F)mach,

Ar (C)bruach (F)Locha (C)Léin;

An (F)Samhradh teacht 's an (C)chraobh len'ais,

Is (Am)lonradh (F)te ón (G7)ngréin,

Ar (F)thaisteal dom trí (C)bhailte poirt

is bánta (F)míne (G7)réidhe,

Cé (C)a gheobhainn lem’ais ach an (Em)chúileann (F)deas,

Le (C)fáinne (F)geal an (C)lae.

Ní (C)raibh bróg ná stoca, (Em)caidhp ná (F)clóc;

Ar mo (C)stóirin (F)óg ón (C)spéir,

Ach (F)folt fionn órga (C)síos go troigh,

Ag (Am)fás go (F)barr an (G7)fhéir.

Bhí (F)calán crúite ai(C)ci ina glaic,

'S ar dhrúcht ba (F)dheas a (G7)scéimh,

Do (C)rug barr gean ar (Em)Bhéineas (F)deas,

Le (C)fáinne (F)geal an (C)lae.

Guitar Part:

C-F-C-C-Am-F (picked chords)

G-F-G6-G (single-strumed chords) (G6: 3-2-0-0-0-0)

Do (C)shuígh an bhrídeog (Em)síos le (F)m'ais,

Ar (C)bhrinse (F)glas den (C)fhéar,

Ag (F)magadh léi bhíos dá (C)maíomh go pras,

Mar (Am)mhnaoi nach (F)scarfainn (G7)léi.

'S é (F)dúirt sí liomsa, (C)"imigh uaim,

Is scaoil mé ar (F)siúl mé (G7)a réic",

Sin (C)iad aneas na (Em)soilse ag (F)teacht,àshort rest!

Le (C)fáinne (F)geal an (C)lae.

Guitar Part:

C-C-Em-F-C-F-C-C

C-Am-F-C-F-G-F-F

C-C-Em-F-C-F-C-C

The Dawning Of The Day

English Translation:

Copy the guitar chords from the Irish

version

One morning early I went out

On the shore of Lough Leinn

The leafy trees of summertime,

And the warm rays of the sun,

As I wandered through the townlands,

And the luscious grassy plains,

Who should I meet but a beautiful maid,

At the dawning of the day.

No cap or cloak this maiden wore

Her neck and feet were bare

Down to the grass in ringlets fell

Her glossy golden hair

A milking pail was in her hand

She was lovely, young and gay

Her beauty excelled even Helen of Troy

At the dawning of the day.

On a mossy bank I sat me down

With the maiden by my side

With gentle words I courted her

And asked her to be my bride

She turned and said, "Please go away,"

Then went on down the way

And the morning light was shining bright

At the dawning of the day.