{"id":149,"date":"2004-10-30T01:01:01","date_gmt":"2004-10-30T01:01:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hcastillo.wordpress.com\/2004\/10\/30\/eviction-desahucio"},"modified":"2015-04-19T11:33:16","modified_gmt":"2015-04-19T10:33:16","slug":"eviction-desahucio","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/heccasan.webs.upv.es\/?p=149","title":{"rendered":"Eviction (desahucio)"},"content":{"rendered":"

O, Father dear, I oft times here, you speak of Erin’s Isle,
\nPadre querido, muchas veces te oigo hablar de la isla de Erin (Irlanda)<\/em>
\nher lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild.
\nsus sublimes paisajes, sus verdes valles,sus escarpadas y salvajes monta\u00f1as.<\/em>
\nThey say it tis a lovely place, wherin in a saint might dwell,
\nDicen que es un lugar maravilloso, donde bien podr\u00eda vivir un santo,<\/em>
\nso why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell?
\n\u00bfpor qu\u00e9 la abandonaste? Dime la raz\u00f3n.<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh son I loved my native land, with energy and pride
\nHijo m\u00edo, amaba mi tierra, con fuerza y orgullo,<\/em>
\n‘til a blight came over on my prats, my sheep and cattle died,
\nhasta que una plaga se cerni\u00f3 sobre mi carne, murieron mis ovejas y ganado,<\/em>
\nthe rent and taxes were so high, I could not them redeem,
\nla renta y los impuestos eran demasiado elevados y no pod\u00eda pagarlos.<\/em>
\nAnd that’s the cruel reason why, I left old Skibbereen.
\nY esa es la cruel raz\u00f3n por la que abandon\u00e9 la vieja Skibbereen.<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh, It’s well I do remember, that bleak December day.
\nS\u00ed, lo recuerdo muy bien, aquel funesto d\u00eda de diciembre.<\/em>
\nThe landlord and the sheriff came, to drive us all away
\nEl amo y el sheriff vinieron y nos echaron de casa,<\/em>
\nthey set my roof on fire, with their cursed English spleen.
\nprendieron fuego a nuestro techo con su maldito rencor ingl\u00e9s.<\/em>
\nAnd that’s another reason why, I left old Skibbereen.
\nY esa es otra raz\u00f3n por la que abandon\u00e9 la vieja Skibbereen.<\/em><\/p>\n

Your mother too, God rest her soul, fell on the snowy ground,
\nTambi\u00e9n tu madre, Dios la tenga en su paz, cay\u00f3 sobre la tierra nevada,<\/em>
\nshe fainted in her anguish, seeing the desolation all round.
\nse desmay\u00f3 de angustia, viendo la desolaci\u00f3n que la rodeaba.<\/em>
\nShe never rose, but passed away, from life to imortal dream,
\nNunca volvi\u00f3 a ponerse en pie, sino que dej\u00f3 la vida y pas\u00f3 al sue\u00f1o inmortal.<\/em>
\nShe found a quiet grave, my boy, in dear old Skibbereen.
\nEncontr\u00f3 una tumba silenciosa, hijo m\u00edo, en la vieja y querida Skibbereen.<\/em><\/p>\n

And you were only two years old, and feeble was your frame.
\nT\u00fa s\u00f3lo ten\u00edas dos a\u00f1os, de constituci\u00f3n endeble.<\/em>
\nI could not leave you with your friends, you bore your father’s name.
\nNo pod\u00eda dejarte con tus amigos, llevabas mi sangre.<\/em>
\nI wrapped you in my cota mior, in the dead of night unseen
\nTe envolv\u00ed en mis harapos, en la oscuridad de la noche,<\/em>
\nI heaved a sigh, and said goodbye, to dear old Skibbereen.
\nsuspir\u00e9 y me desped\u00ed de la vieja y querida Skibbereen.<\/em><\/p>\n

O’ father dear, the day will come, when answer to the call,
\nPadre querido, llegar\u00e1 un d\u00eda que se responda a la llamada,<\/em>
\nall Irish men of Freedom Stern, will rally one and all.
\ntodos los irlandeses que dejamos la tierra nos uniremos.<\/em>
\nI’ll be the man to lead the band, beneath the flag of green
\nYo ser\u00e9 quien gu\u00ede la marcha, bajo la bandera verde,<\/em>
\nloud and clear, we’ll raise a cheer: remember Skibbereen!
\ncon voz alta y clara elevaremos una ovaci\u00f3n: \u00a1Recordad Skibbereen!<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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