{"id":150,"date":"2012-07-12T10:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-07-12T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/07\/12\/has-de-cantar\/"},"modified":"2012-07-12T10:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-07-12T08:00:00","slug":"has-de-cantar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/2012\/07\/12\/has-de-cantar\/","title":{"rendered":"Has de cantar"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;--><\/p>\n<p>Normal<br \/>\n0<br \/>\n21<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<blockquote>\n<blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Has de cantar,<\/p>\n<p>que che hei dar zonchos;<\/p>\n<p>has de cantar,<\/p>\n<p>que che hei de dar moitos. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Has de cantar,<\/p>\n<p>me\u00f1ina gaiteira;<\/p>\n<p>has de cantar,<\/p>\n<p>que me morro de pena.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Canta, meni\u00f1a,<\/p>\n<p>na beira da fonte;<\/p>\n<p>canta, dareiche<\/p>\n<p>boli\u00f1os do pote.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Canta meni\u00f1a,<\/p>\n<p>con brando comp\u00e1s;<\/p>\n<p>dareiche unha proia<\/p>\n<p>da pedra do lar.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Papi\u00f1as con leite<\/p>\n<p>tam\u00e9n che darei;<\/p>\n<p>sopi\u00f1as con vi\u00f1o,<\/p>\n<p>torreixas con mel.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Patacas asadas<\/p>\n<p>con sal e vinagre,<\/p>\n<p>que saben a noces.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Que ricas que saben!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Que feira, rapaza,<\/p>\n<p>si cantas faremos&#8230;!<\/p>\n<p>Festi\u00f1a por f\u00f3ra,<\/p>\n<p>festi\u00f1a por dentro.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Canta, si queres,<\/p>\n<p>rapaza do demo;<\/p>\n<p>canta, si queres;<\/p>\n<p>dareiche un mantelo.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Canta, si queres,<\/p>\n<p>na lengua que eu falo.<\/p>\n<p>Dareiche un mantelo.<\/p>\n<p>Dareiche un refaixo.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Co son da gaiti\u00f1a,<\/p>\n<p>co son da pandeira,<\/p>\n<p>che pido que cantes,<\/p>\n<p>rapaza morena.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Co son da gaiti\u00f1a,<\/p>\n<p>co son do tambor,<\/p>\n<p>che pido que cantes,<\/p>\n<p>meni\u00f1a, por Dios.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; II <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As\u00ed mo pediron<\/p>\n<p>na beira do mar,<\/p>\n<p>\u00f3 p\u00e9 das ondi\u00f1as<\/p>\n<p>que ve\u00f1en e van.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As\u00ed mo pediron<\/p>\n<p>na beira do r\u00edo<\/p>\n<p>que corre antre as herbas<\/p>\n<p>do campo frorido.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cantaban os grilos,<\/p>\n<p>os galos cantaban,<\/p>\n<p>o vento antre as follas<\/p>\n<p>ruxindo pasaba.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Campaban os prados,<\/p>\n<p>manaban as fontes<\/p>\n<p>antre herbas e vi\u00f1as,<\/p>\n<p>figueiras e robres.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Tocaban as gaitas.<\/p>\n<p>\u00d3 sondas pandeiras<\/p>\n<p>bailaban os mozos<\/p>\n<p>cas mozas modestas.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Que cofias tan brancas!<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Que panos con freco!<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Que dengues de grana!<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Que sintas! \u00a1Que adresos!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Que ricos mandiles!<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Que verdes refaixos&#8230;!<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Que feitos xustillos<\/p>\n<p>de cor colorado!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Tan vivos colores<\/p>\n<p>a vista turbaban;<\/p>\n<p>de velos tan v\u00e1reos<\/p>\n<p>o sol se folgaba.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; De velos bulindo<\/p>\n<p>por montes e veigas,<\/p>\n<p>coidou que eran rosas<\/p>\n<p>garridas e frescas. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; III <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Lugar m\u00e1is hemoso<\/p>\n<p>non houbo na terra<\/p>\n<p>que aquel que eu miraba,<\/p>\n<p>que aquel que me dera.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Lugar m\u00e1is hermoso<\/p>\n<p>no mundo n&#8217;achara<\/p>\n<p>que aquel de Galicia.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a1Galicia encantada!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u00a1Galicia frorida!<\/p>\n<p>Cal ela ningunha,<\/p>\n<p>de froles cuberta,<\/p>\n<p>cuberta de espumas.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; De espumas que o mare<\/p>\n<p>con pelras gomita;<\/p>\n<p>de froles que nacen<\/p>\n<p>\u00f3 p\u00e9 das fonti\u00f1as.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; De vales tan fondos,<\/p>\n<p>tan verdes, tan frescos,<\/p>\n<p>que as penas se calman<\/p>\n<p>no m\u00e1is que con velos.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Que os \u00e1nxeles neles<\/p>\n<p>dormidos se quedan,<\/p>\n<p>xa en forma de pombas,<\/p>\n<p>xa en forma de niebras.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; IV <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cantarte hei, Galicia,<\/p>\n<p>teus dulces cantares,<\/p>\n<p>que as\u00ed mo pediron<\/p>\n<p>na beira do mare.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cantarte hei, Galicia,<\/p>\n<p>na lengua gallega,<\/p>\n<p>consolo dos males,<\/p>\n<p>alivio das penas.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Mimosa, soave,<\/p>\n<p>sentida, queixosa,<\/p>\n<p>encanta si r\u00ede,<\/p>\n<p>conmove si chora.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cal ela ningunha<\/p>\n<p>tan dose que canta<\/p>\n<p>soidades amargas,<\/p>\n<p>sospiros amantes,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; misterios da tarde,<\/p>\n<p>murmuxos da noite;<\/p>\n<p>cantarte hei, Galicia,<\/p>\n<p>na beira das fontes.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Que as\u00ed mo pediron,<\/p>\n<p>que as\u00ed mo mandaron,<\/p>\n<p>que cante e que cante<\/p>\n<p>na lengua que eu falo.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Que as\u00ed mo mandaron,<\/p>\n<p>que as\u00ed mo dixeron&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Xa canto, meni\u00f1as.<\/p>\n<p>Coid\u00e1, que comenzo.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Con dulce alegr\u00eda,<\/p>\n<p>con brando comp\u00e1s,<\/p>\n<p>\u00f3 p\u00e9 das ondi\u00f1as<\/p>\n<p>que ve\u00f1en e van.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dios santo permita<\/p>\n<p>que aquestes cantares<\/p>\n<p>de alivio vos sirvan<\/p>\n<p>nos vosos pesares;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; de amabre consolo,<\/p>\n<p>de soave contento<\/p>\n<p>cal fartan de dichas<\/p>\n<p>compridos deseios.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; De noite, de d\u00eda,<\/p>\n<p>na aurora, na sera,<\/p>\n<p>oir\u00e9sme cantando<\/p>\n<p>por montes e veigas.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Quen queira me chame,<\/p>\n<p>quen queira me obriga;<\/p>\n<p>cantar, cantareille<\/p>\n<p>de noite e de d\u00eda.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Por darlle contento,<\/p>\n<p>por darlle consolo,<\/p>\n<p>trocando en sonrisas<\/p>\n<p>queixi\u00f1as e choros.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Buscaime, rapazas,<\/p>\n<p>velli\u00f1as, moci\u00f1os.<\/p>\n<p>Buscaime entre os robres.<\/p>\n<p>Buscaime entre os millos,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; nas portas dos ricos,<\/p>\n<p>nas portas dos probes,<\/p>\n<p>que aquestres cantares<\/p>\n<p>a todos responden.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A todos, que \u00e1 Virxen<\/p>\n<p>axuda ped\u00edn,<\/p>\n<p>porque vos consolen<\/p>\n<p>o voso sufrir,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; nos vosos tormentos,<\/p>\n<p>nos vosos pesares.<\/p>\n<p>Coid\u00e1, que comenso&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Meni\u00f1as, \u00a1Dios diante!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><span lang=\"GL\" style=\"font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana\"><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\" \"><span lang=\"GL\" style=\"font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana\"><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span lang=\"GL\" style=\"font-size: 10pt;font-family: Verdana\"><\/span><\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Normal 0 21 &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Has de cantar, que che hei dar zonchos; has de cantar, que che hei de dar moitos. &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Has de cantar, me\u00f1ina gaiteira; has de cantar, que me morro de pena. &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Canta, meni\u00f1a, na beira da fonte; canta, dareiche boli\u00f1os do pote. &nbsp; [&hellip;]<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/150"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=150"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/150\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=150"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=150"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bitaculas.as-pg.gal\/literaria\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=150"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}