The Two Conneeleys Lyrics

	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

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