Christmas ATS EA

(Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson, Music by Sting and Mary Macmaster)
All day we fought the tides between the North Head and the South
All day we hauled the frozen sheets, to scape the storms wet mouth
All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain and dread,
For very life and nature we tacked from head to head.
Thograinn Thograinn
Thograinn thograinn bhith dol dhachaidh
(I wish we were going home)
E ho ro e ho ro
Gu Sgoirebreac a chruidh chaisfhinn
(To Scorrybreck of the white-footed cattle)
E ho hi ri ill iu o
Ill iu o thograinn falbh
Gu Sgoirebreac a chruidh chais-fhionn
(To Scorrybreck of the white-footed cattle)
E ho ro e ho ro
Ceud soraidh bhuam mar bu dual dhomh
(The first blessing from me, as is my right)
We gave the South a wider berth, for there the tide-race roared;
But every tack we made we brought the North Head close aboard:
We saw the cliffs and houses, and the breakers running high,
And the coastguard in his garden, his glass against his eye.
The frost was on the village roofs as white as ocean foam;
The good red fires were burning bright in every longshore home;
The windows sparkled clear, and the chimneys volleyed out;
And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vessel went about.
The bells upon the church were rung with a mighty jovial cheer ;
For its just that I should tell you how (of all days in the year)
This day of our adversity was blessed Christmas morn,
And the house above the coastguards was the house whereI was born.
And well I knew the talk they had, the talk that was of me,
Of the shadow on the household and the son that went to sea;
And O the wicked fool I seemed , in every kind of way,
To be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed Christmas Day.