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Lá ‘le Bhríde

Anois teacht an earraigh

beidh an lá ag dul chun síneadh,

Anois teacht an earraigh

beidh an lá ag dul chun síneadh,

Is tar éis na féil’ Bhríde

árdóidh mé mo sheol.

Ó chuir mé I mo cheann é

ní chónóidh me choíche

Go sheasfaidh mé shíos

i lár Chondae Mhaigh Eo.

I gClár Chlainne Mhuiris

A bheas mé an chéad oíche,

Is I mballa taobh thíos de

A thosós mé ag ól

Go Coillte Mách rachad

Go ndéanfad cuairt mhíosa ann

I bhfogas dhá mhíle

Do Bhéal an Átha Mhóir

Fágaim le huacht é

go n-éiríonn mo chroí-se

Mar a éiríonn an ghaoth

nó mar a scaipeann an ceo

Nuair a smaoiním ar Cheara

nó ar Ghaileang taobh thíos de

Ar Sceathach an Mhíle

nó ar phlánaí Mhaigh Eo;

Cill Aodáin an baile

a bhfásann gach ní ann,

Tá sméara is subh craobh ann

is meas de gach sórt,

Is dá mbéinnse i mo sheasamh

i gceartlár mo dhaoine

D’imeodh an aois díom

is bheinn arís óg.

Bíonn cruithneacht is coirce,

fás eorna is lín ann,

Seagal i gcraobh ann,

arán plúir agus feoil,

Lucht déanta poitín

gan licence á dhíol ann,

Móruaisle na tíre ann

ag imirt is ag ól.

Tá cur agus treabhadh

is leasú gan aoileach

Is iomaí sin ní ann

nár labhair me go fóill,

Áitheanna is muilte

ag obair gan scíth ann,

Deamhan caint ar phingin cíosa

ná dada dá shórt.

15 replies on “Lá ‘le Bhríde”

Lá le Bhríde my bollix!

Catholic fuckwits were at it again. They took a perfectly healthy traditional Irish fertility festival and declared their festival of fuck-all fertility in its stead.

They never did like women, especially any notion of sex with same. But they hid it well by promoting ‘saintly’ women who would never despoil themselves by getting fertilized by the male sperm.

Fucking pedophilic shits.

Níl aon creideamh ann ach piseóg, a Bhoic.

For our non-Irish speaking friends – many people in Ireland would put out a piece of cloth on the night of 31st of Jan., called “brat Bríde” (Bríde’s scarf / shawl). This was done in the belief that St. Briget (Bríd pronounced – breed- Bríde pronounced – breed-a) would pass by that night and bless the cloth. It was then used during the year to rub to a sore throat etc… It was an ancient belief and home remedy, but I know people who still do it today.

We’ll all have to do it next year, because the cost of a doctor is frightening!

Mairéad — The amazing thing is that Irish people would laugh at Voodoo.

Unstranger — It’s iust a quiet post about a nice poem. Chill.

Máréad,, going off topic(ish) why are these folk beliefs classed as Pagan? What is Pagan only another set of beliefs. Maybe if we took more notice of nature and events such as mid summer, mid winter, harvest time etc we would have far less complicated lives. I haven’t heard of or read of the followers of Sun /Moon / Harvest gods accumulating vast wealth, defiling children and covering the whole thing up, could be just me.

Good question, No. 8. I always thought (or was led to believe as a child more like) that “pagan” meant “not a Christian”. I don’t have a clue what it means other than what was drilled in to me.
I agree with you that our “Pagan” beliefs were alot healthier for our lives and our psyché e.g. sexual rejoicing compared to repression and guilt.
The funny thing is that the Catholic church frown on “brat Bríde” as a bit of a pagan superstition but bless candles for St. Blaise (for sore throats) and palms on palm sunday (don’t really know why?).

The word Pagan was always used in a pejorative sense, and usually in connection with their foreign missions. However, paganism has something rather attractive about it, as long as you can ignore the deities.

There must have been a ferocious amount of sore throats one time, since they deserved a saint of their own. Is there a patron saint of burst eyeballs?

Paganism is just as valid as any other belief system, if, indeed, you can attribute validity to any belief system.

The word “Pagan” certainly assumed pejorative undertones when uttered by the afficionados of the Catholic church. Do you remember, as a child, giving a penny for the “black Pagan babies”? I certainly do.

Far from seeing Pagans as uneducated lost souls, I see them as stalwarts of civilisation. Paganism is still alive and well throughout Europe. I’d be far more likely to join in the celebrations at Newgrange at summer solstice, than to enter the gilded, incense-fumed palaces that the other crowd have built to their imaginary deity.

A few months ago, I heard someone say that the local (Catholic) priest had been lecturing from the pulpit on the evils of Halloween, and that the “Ghosts and Goblins” were detracting from the “feast of all saints”. The irony was not lost on me.

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