{"id":1248,"date":"2016-01-17T12:05:18","date_gmt":"2016-01-17T12:05:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/en\/?p=1248"},"modified":"2017-08-08T19:05:13","modified_gmt":"2017-08-08T18:05:13","slug":"peigin-agus-peadar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/en\/peigin-agus-peadar\/","title":{"rendered":"Peig\u00edn agus Peadar"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2 id=\"t:seinnteoirin1\">Play recording: Peig\u00edn agus Peadar<\/h2>\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-1248-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/00-micil\/me\u00e1in\/peigin-agus-peadar.mp3?_=1\" \/><source type=\"audio\/ogg\" src=\"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/00-micil\/me\u00e1in\/peigin-agus-peadar.ogg?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/00-micil\/me\u00e1in\/peigin-agus-peadar.mp3\">https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/00-micil\/me\u00e1in\/peigin-agus-peadar.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<div class=\"dmeite\">\n<p><span id=\"neasc-nocht-ceilth\" class=\"nmeite\">view \/ hide recording details [+\/-]<\/span><\/p>\n<ul id=\"clarMeiteashonrai\" class=\"meiteashonrai\">\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Teideal <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Title)<\/span>:<\/span> Peig\u00edn agus Peadar.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Uimhir Chatal\u00f3ige Ollscoil Washington <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(University of Washington Catalogue Number)<\/span>:<\/span> 841416.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Uimhir Chnuasach Bh\u00e9aloideas \u00c9ireann <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(National Folklore of Ireland Number)<\/span>:<\/span> none.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Uimhir Roud <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Roud Number)<\/span>:<\/span> none.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Uimhir Laws <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Laws Number)<\/span>:<\/span> none.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Uimhir Child <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Child Number)<\/span>:<\/span> none.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Cnuasach <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Collection)<\/span>:<\/span> Joe Heaney Collection, University of Washington, Seattle.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Teanga na Cro\u00edmh\u00edre <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Core-Item Language)<\/span>:<\/span> Irish and English.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Catag\u00f3ir <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Category)<\/span>:<\/span> song.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Ainm an t\u00e9 a thug <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Name of Informant)<\/span>:<\/span> Joe Heaney.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Ainm an t\u00e9 a th\u00f3g <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Name of Collector)<\/span>:<\/span> Joan Rabinowitz and Steve Coleman.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">D\u00e1ta an taifeadta <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Recording Date)<\/span>:<\/span> 08\/06\/1983.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Su\u00edomh an taifeadta <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Recording Location)<\/span>:<\/span> University of Washington, United States of America.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Oc\u00e1id an taifeadta <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Recording Occasion)<\/span>:<\/span> day class.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">Daoine eile a bh\u00ed i l\u00e1thair <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Others present)<\/span>:<\/span> unavailable.<\/li>\n<li><span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai\">St\u00e1das ch\u00f3ipcheart an taifeadta <span class=\"lipead-meiteashonrai-bearla\">(Recording copyright status)<\/span>:<\/span> unavailable.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n<p>In the long ago, when people were fortunate enough to get a job &mdash; now, I&#8217;m talking about the time&hellip; houses were very few and far between, and there was no roads. And this man had just been married a week, when he stepped out of the house he had &mdash; one room, the bedroom, the kitchen everything was in the one room. Peig\u00edn was the name of the wife, and his own name was Peadar, and he said to Peig\u00edn, &#8220;I don&#8217;t see any prospects around here, so I&#8217;ll put my bag on my back and go looking for work&#8221;. So he kissed Peig\u00edn goodbye, and off he goes.<\/p>\n<p>Well, the rule was, if you hired to work for somebody, you&#8217;d have to waste [Joe probably meant to say &#8216;wait&#8217;] seven years. If you left half an hour before the seven years was up, you got no wages. That was the law. So after travelling three or four days, he hired with a certain farmer to do the job, and he was doing it so good that after seven years, the farmer said to him, &#8220;Well, now&#8221;, he said. &#8220;How would you like to spend another seven years with me? We like you!&#8221; To make a long story short, he stayed twenty-one years. And then he thought it was time to go home and see how the wife was getting on.<\/p>\n<p>Well, the night before he left, the man of the house and his wife put their two heads together, and they asked him, &#8220;Would you rather if we gave you your wages for twenty-one years in money, than take three good, solid advices?&#8221; And, being a wise man, he said he&#8217;d take the advices. And the first advice they gave him &mdash; now, this&hellip; story was told in Irish, I&#8217;m translating it for you. <i class=\"cor-cainte-teangan-eile\">M\u00e1s cam d\u00edreach an r\u00f3d, s\u00e9 an bealach m\u00f3r an aicearra<\/i><sup class=\"tagairt-n\u00f3ta-bun-leathanaigh\">1<\/sup>. Whether the road you know is long, crooked, or whatever, it&#8217;s better than the road you don&#8217;t know. In other words, the devil you know is better than the devil you don&#8217;t know. The second advice: &#8220;N\u00e1 codail o\u00edche amh\u00e1in i dteach a bhfuil seanfhear p\u00f3sta ag bean \u00f3g rua.&#8221; Never sleep one night in a house where an old man is married to a young, red-headed woman And the third advice was: &#8220;N\u00e1 d\u00e9an tada san o\u00edche a mbeidh aif\u00e9al ort faoi ar maidin.&#8221; Never do anything at night you&#8217;ll be sorry for in the morning. And it&#8217;s not what some people may be thinking about now! It&#8217;s not that at all.<\/p>\n<p>Well, the woman of the house cooked two cakes for him. She said, &#8220;One cake you take home to your wife, the other cake you may eat on the road&#8221;. Next day he set off; and he met a man who was travelling the same way as he was. And the man told him, &#8220;Now, if you come with me, I know a shortcut, it will cut miles off your way home&#8221;. And he thought of the first advice, and he said, &#8220;I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ll bother; I think I&#8217;ll go the road I know&#8221;. So he did; and next morning he heard the man who took the shortcut was waylaid by two robbers and killed that night.<\/p>\n<p>The second day he was travelling, and getting awful tired by this time, and he knocked on a certain cottage. And the door was opened by the most gorgeous redhead you ever saw in your life &mdash; about seventeen, or something like that. And she welcomed him. &#8220;Come in! You look tired. I&#8217;ll get you something to eat. Go down and talk to my husband down at the fire until I&#8217;m ready.&#8221; And he looked down. And he never saw anybody so weak or so old-looking as the man at the fire. He had a cane under his chin&hellip; for keeping up his chin, otherwise he&#8217;d fall into the fire &mdash; he was that old! And he started thinking about the second advice. And when she gave him something to eat, she said &#8220;Do you want to stay around for the night? We&#8217;ll give you a place to stay&#8221;. &#8220;No&#8221;, he said. &#8220;I have to go home, the wife is waiting.&#8221; And he had no intentions of leaving that house that night. So he went outside, and lay down in an old shed outside. And at midnight, he saw a young man coming to the door. He went inside. And&hellip; about half an hour after he saw the young redhead and the young fellow coming out with the old man, stone &mdash; stiff &mdash; dead between them. And they started burying him just within earshot of where he was. And he crawled out and he took out his pen-knife, and he cut a piece out of the man&#8217;s jacket, which later proved his conviction for killing the old man.<\/p>\n<p>But anyway, the third &mdash; the fourth day&hellip; he was on the road, he said he&#8217;d never stop until he reached home. Now, at this point I may add before he left, his wife was expecting a baby &mdash; but he knew nothing about it. And he went in, and when &mdash; it was broad daylight, very early in the morning &mdash; and he saw his wife in bed with this bearded fellow. And he put up his hand where he used to keep the old hatchet, and about half a ton of rust fell off it, nobody had used it since he left. And he was going to take the head off one of them, or two of them &mdash; I don&#8217;t know which &mdash; but then he thought of the third advice: &#8220;N\u00e1 d\u00e9an &mdash; don&#8217;t do anything at night you&#8217;ll be sorry for in the morning.&#8221; And he put down the hatchet, and he said to Peig\u00edn, &#8220;A Pheig\u00edn na gcarad, is a Pheig\u00edn mo chro\u00ed, c\u00e9 h\u00e9 an fear fada s\u00ednte leat s\u00edos?&#8221; Peg dearest, Peg of my heart, who is that long bearded man down beside you? And she said, &#8220;A Pheadair na gcarad is a Pheadair mo chro\u00ed, sin \u00e9 do leanbh nach bhfaca t\u00fa ariamh&#8221;. Oh Peter my dearest, O Peter my [heart], that&#8217;s your baby you never saw! And he said, &#8220;Shi\u00fail m\u00e9 thoir agus shi\u00fail m\u00e9 thiar&#8221; &mdash; I travelled east, I travelled west &mdash; &#8220;ach f\u00e9as\u00f3g ar leanbh n\u00ed fha[ca m\u00e9 ariamh]&#8221; &mdash; but I never saw whiskers on a baby boy!<\/p>\n<p>Now, I&#8217;ll&hellip; do them three, and then I&#8217;ll tell you the other three verses, what happened. In Irish these are, and that&#8217;s the way I&#8217;m going to sing them. This is what he said when he put down the hatchet:<\/p>\n<p>Is a Pheig\u00edn na gcarad is a Pheig\u00edn mo chro\u00ed<br \/>\nC\u00e9 h\u00e9 an fear fada s\u00ednte leat s\u00edos?<br \/>\n\u00d3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1<br \/>\nH\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, a st\u00f3ir\u00edn mo chro\u00ed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;S a Pheadair na gcarad &#8216;s a Pheadair mo chro\u00ed<br \/>\nSin \u00e9 do leanbh nach bhfaca t\u00fa ariamh!<br \/>\n\u00d3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1<br \/>\nH\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, a st\u00f3ir\u00edn mo chro\u00ed.<\/p>\n<p>Shi\u00fail m\u00e9 thoir agus shi\u00fail m\u00e9 thiar<br \/>\nAch f\u00e9as\u00f3g ar leanbh n\u00ed fhaca m\u00e9 ariamh.<br \/>\n\u00d3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1<br \/>\nH\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, a st\u00f3ir\u00edn mo chro\u00ed.<\/p>\n<p>Now, after saying all that, she finally convinced him that was the fellow himself. And he asked her to get him something to eat, and she said &#8220;A Pheadair na gcarad, a Pheadair mo chro\u00ed, n\u00edl ins an teach aon ghreim mine bu\u00ed&#8221;. Oh Peter my dearest, o Peter of my heart, we don&#8217;t have one iota of meal in the house. And then he said, &#8220;A Pheig\u00edn na gcarad, a Pheig\u00edn mo chro\u00ed, in \u00edochtar mo mh\u00e1la t\u00e1 c\u00e1ca mine bu\u00ed&#8221;. O Peggy my dearest, there&#8217;s a cake in the bottom of my bag. She started cutting the cake, and out of the cake came his wages in golden sovereigns for twenty-one years. That&#8217;s how this goes<sup class=\"tagairt-n\u00f3ta-bun-leathanaigh\">2<\/sup>:<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;S a Pheadair na gcarad &#8216;s a Pheadair mo chro\u00ed<br \/>\nT\u00e1 an c\u00e1ca seo a&#8217;d l\u00e1n de ghineacha\u00ed bu\u00ed<br \/>\n\u00d3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1<br \/>\nH\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, a st\u00f3ir\u00edn mo chro\u00ed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;S a Pheig\u00edn &#8216;s a mhaic\u00edn, su\u00edfidh muid s\u00edos<br \/>\nN\u00ed fh\u00e1gfad an baile ch\u00fans mhairfeas m\u00e9 ar\u00edst!<br \/>\n\u00d3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1<br \/>\nH\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, a st\u00f3ir\u00edn mo chro\u00ed.<\/p>\n<p>That is often sung as a lullaby, and it didn&#8217;t start out like that, but &mdash; a lullaby to somebody very old!<\/p>\n<div class=\"n\u00f3ta\u00ed-bun-leathanaigh\">\n<h2 id=\"t:notai\">Notes<\/h2>\n<p class=\"n\u00f3ta-bun-leathanaigh\">1. This is a proverb, roughly equivalent to the English, &#8216;The longest way round is the shortest way home&#8217;. The literal translation is, &#8216;Whether the road be crooked or straight, the main road is the shortcut&#8217;.<\/p>\n<p class=\"n\u00f3ta-bun-leathanaigh\">2. Perhaps for the sake of economy, Joe does not sing the three verses that he has just summarized for the audience, although he would normally have included them. They go as follows:<\/p>\n<p><i>Is a Pheig\u00edn na gcarad is a Pheig\u00edn mo chro\u00ed<\/i><br \/>\n<i>\u00c9irigh i do sheasamh a&#8217;s r\u00e9itigh greim bidh.<\/i><br \/>\n<i>\u00d3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1<\/i><br \/>\n<i>H\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, a st\u00f3ir\u00edn mo chro\u00ed.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&#8216;S a Pheadair na gcarad &#8216;s a Pheadair mo chro\u00ed<\/i><br \/>\n<i>N\u00edl in san teach seo aon ghreim mine bu\u00ed<\/i><br \/>\n<i>\u00d3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn,<\/i><br \/>\n<i>H\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, a st\u00f3ir\u00edn mo chro\u00ed.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>&#8216;S a Pheig\u00edn na gcarad is a Pheig\u00edn mo chro\u00ed<\/i><br \/>\n<i>In \u00edochtar mo mh\u00e1la t\u00e1 c\u00e1ca mine bu\u00ed.<\/i><br \/>\n<i>\u00d3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn,<\/i><br \/>\n<i>H\u00f3-bh\u00e1-\u00edn, h\u00f3-bh\u00e1, a st\u00f3ir\u00edn mo chro\u00ed.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>The song element of this performance, Peig\u00edn agus Peadar, is clearly related to the narrative ballad Seven Drunken Nights (Roud 114; Child 274), in which the husband comes home drunk one night to find a stranger in his wife&#8217;s bed, only to be informed that the strange man is &#8216;a baby boy my mother sent to me&#8217; &mdash; whereupon the husband remarks that he&#8217;s travelled far and wide, but never before has he seen whiskers on a baby.<\/p>\n<p>Seven Drunken Nights has been widely collected in English throughout Ireland; S\u00e9amas Ennis collected it from several people in the Carna district when he was working for the Irish Folklore Commission in the 1940s. The story element, <i class=\"cor-cainte-teangan-eile\">sc\u00e9al na dtr\u00ed chomhairle<\/i> (&#8216;the three good advices&#8217;; AT 910B) is also widely-known. The linking of these two elements into an organic <i class=\"cor-cainte-teangan-eile\">chantefable<\/i> appears, however, to be uniquely Irish, and demonstrates the continuing vitality of the Irish imagination.<\/p>\n<p>In addition to Joe&#8217;s recordings, performances have been recorded from other Conamara singers, including Beairtle Beag \u00d3 Conghaile and Joe&#8217;s second cousin, Colm \u00d3 Caodh\u00e1in.<\/p>\n<p>This recording was made by Joan Rabinowitz for KRAB Radio, Seattle, Washington.<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"templates\/template-full-width.php","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1248","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-amhrain","category-amhrain-i-ngaeilge"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1248","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1248"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1248\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1903,"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1248\/revisions\/1903"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1248"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1248"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.joeheaney.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1248"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}