Dúlamán (The Seaweed Song)

A 'níon mhín ó, sin anall na fir shúirí
A mháithair mhín ó, cuir na roithléan go dtí mé

Chorus (after each verse):
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na farraige, 's é b'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn

Tá cosa dubha dubailte ar an dúlamán gaelach
Tá dhá chluais mhaol ar an dúlamán gaelach

Rachaimid go Doire leis an dúlamán gaelach
Is ceannóimid bróga daora ar an dúlamán gaelach

Bróga breaca dubha ar an dúlamán gaelach
Tá bearéad agus triús ar an dúlamán gaelach

Ó chuir mé scéala chuici, go gceannóinn cíor dí
'S é'n scéal a chuir sí chugam, go raibh a ceann cíortha

Góide a thug na tíre thú? arsa an dúlamán gaelach
Ag súirí le do níon, arsa an dúlamán maorach

Ó cha bhfaigheann tú mo 'níon, arsa an dúlamán gaelach
Bheul, fuadóidh mé liom í, arsa an dúlamán maorach

Os Piños

This entry serves as a distraction, and for the fact that I haven't been posting lyrics for quite a while.

Os Piños
Eduardo Pondal / Pascual Veiga

¿Que din os rumorosos na costa verdecente,
ao raio transparente do prácido luar?
¿Que din as altas copas de escuro arume harpado
co seu ben acompasado monótono fungar?

Do teu verdor cinguido e de benignos astros,
confín dos verdes castros e valeroso chan,
non des a esquecemento da inxuria o rudo encono;
desperta do teu sono fogar de Breogán.

Os bos e xenerosos a nosa voz entenden,
e con arroubo atenden o noso rouco son,
mais sóo os iñorantes, e féridos e duros,
imbéciles e escuros non os entenden, non.

Os tempos son chegados dos bardos das edades
que as vosas vaguedades cumprido fin terán;
mais onde quer, xigante a nosa voz pregoa
a redenzón da boa nazón de Breogán


Os Piños is the national anthem adopted by nationalists in Galicia, which here means "a province in northwestern Spain" rather than "Southern Poland and Western Ukraine". Galicia is different from (most of) the rest of Spain, as it holds a richly Celtic heritage, a trait which it shares with its neighbouring region Asturias. Its capital is Santiago de Compostela.

Chemistry today was good. The catalytic converter question came out, to which I answered by writing "Platinum" in nice big smug letters. I've a hunch that I'll score more than 90% in this paper, which means that I'll probably get a 70+. Either way, it's A1 for meee.

Entry 155: Blogging from Vienna

Blogging from Vienna here; seems that the keyboard in Austria isn't as dodgy as the French version. The first six letters in the top row is QWERTZ.

Went to the Kunst museum thingy and the Hofburg palace in the city centre, and almost partied in the Donauinsel in the Danube Festival. Then we popped in to Hotel Geblergaße to see some friends.

ß is a nice letter to type. ßßßßßßßß And so is üüüööö and äää

Will leave tomorrow for Budapest.

Entry 154: Blogging from Paris

Actually I'm in this place called Saint-Ouen which is technically not Paris. And I'm stuck in another internet bar with this dodgy French keyboard I can't type properly with. It's full of às and ès and çs and €s qnd µs and other symbols you would not even dream of typing without the character map, and the type set is more like AZERTY than QUERTY.

The letters are arranged like this:
²&é"'(-è_çà)=
AZERTYUIOP¨£
QSDFGHJKLM%µ
>WXCVBN?./§

France is the first place I have ever visited where I have to try to speak a language I don't know. Vienna is going to be second. Budapest is going to be okay due to the international conference held there in the city.

I went to the Louvre yesterday!!!!! Details will follow.

Entry 153: Blogging from London

I'm in London!

We'd found an internet bar at Preston Road near the station and now I'm blogging from this place. Next to the road, facing the roaring traffic. Takes the spirit off writing really.

Anyway since I really can't write now, I expect pictures and all the other narrative crap will be up after the holidays. Just so you'll know.