Sunday 26 August 2012

Little Nora (a translation of 'A Nóra bheag') by Pascal O'Loughlin


O little Nora where were you last night?
Says I to my beautiful darling.
I was out the back by the well, says she,
Learning a new jig and a reel.

Chorus:
O Nora, my darling little one,
You are my shimmering star.
O Nora, my darling lovely child,
I need you more than I can bear.

But Nora loves to eat fat beans
and Nora loves her brandy
and Nora loves her roasty spuds
with plenty of melted butter.

If you will be my love, says I,
I’ll give you cakes and biscuits.
I’ll give you a cloak of golden threads
And beautiful songs and music.

Chorus:
O Nora, my darling little one,
You are my shimmering star.
O Nora, my darling lovely child,
I need you more than I can bear.

But Nora loves to eat fat beans
and Nora loves her brandy
and Nora loves her roasty spuds
with plenty of melted butter.

O little Nora, where were you last night?
I was out in the back with a stranger.
But who was this lad with his pipe and his bag
and him playing so forcefully?

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