| Song | The Two Conneeleys - Live |
| Artist | Christy Moore |
| Album | Live In Dublin 2006 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Moore, Page | |
| Hear the Atlantic seethe and swell | |
| And hear the lonely chapel bell | |
| God save their souls and mind them well | |
| The two fishermen Conneeley | |
| Yesterday at half past four | |
| They pushed their currach from the shore | |
| One took the net while one took the oar | |
| The two fishermen Conneeleys | |
| From Connor's fort and from Synge's chair | |
| Towards Inis Mor and Inis Iarr | |
| They scour the sea in silent prayer | |
| As they go searching for their neighbours | |
| Dia Diobh a beirt iascari brea | |
| Nach mbeidh ar ais ar barr an tra | |
| Go mbeidh sibh sona sasta ar neamh | |
| Tomas agus Sean O'Conghaile | |
| Draw the seaweed up the hill | |
| And sow potatoes in the drill | |
| Try to understand God's will | |
| And the loss of the two Conneeleys | |
| English Translation of Irish Verse: | |
| God be with you two fine fishermen | |
| Who will not be back at the top of the strand | |
| May you have peace and happiness in Heaven | |
| Tomás and Seán Conneeley |
| zuo ci : Moore, Page | |
| Hear the Atlantic seethe and swell | |
| And hear the lonely chapel bell | |
| God save their souls and mind them well | |
| The two fishermen Conneeley | |
| Yesterday at half past four | |
| They pushed their currach from the shore | |
| One took the net while one took the oar | |
| The two fishermen Conneeleys | |
| From Connor' s fort and from Synge' s chair | |
| Towards Inis Mor and Inis Iarr | |
| They scour the sea in silent prayer | |
| As they go searching for their neighbours | |
| Dia Diobh a beirt iascari brea | |
| Nach mbeidh ar ais ar barr an tra | |
| Go mbeidh sibh sona sasta ar neamh | |
| Tomas agus Sean O' Conghaile | |
| Draw the seaweed up the hill | |
| And sow potatoes in the drill | |
| Try to understand God' s will | |
| And the loss of the two Conneeleys | |
| English Translation of Irish Verse: | |
| God be with you two fine fishermen | |
| Who will not be back at the top of the strand | |
| May you have peace and happiness in Heaven | |
| Toma s and Sea n Conneeley |
| zuò cí : Moore, Page | |
| Hear the Atlantic seethe and swell | |
| And hear the lonely chapel bell | |
| God save their souls and mind them well | |
| The two fishermen Conneeley | |
| Yesterday at half past four | |
| They pushed their currach from the shore | |
| One took the net while one took the oar | |
| The two fishermen Conneeleys | |
| From Connor' s fort and from Synge' s chair | |
| Towards Inis Mor and Inis Iarr | |
| They scour the sea in silent prayer | |
| As they go searching for their neighbours | |
| Dia Diobh a beirt iascari brea | |
| Nach mbeidh ar ais ar barr an tra | |
| Go mbeidh sibh sona sasta ar neamh | |
| Tomas agus Sean O' Conghaile | |
| Draw the seaweed up the hill | |
| And sow potatoes in the drill | |
| Try to understand God' s will | |
| And the loss of the two Conneeleys | |
| English Translation of Irish Verse: | |
| God be with you two fine fishermen | |
| Who will not be back at the top of the strand | |
| May you have peace and happiness in Heaven | |
| Tomá s and Seá n Conneeley |