Luyện nghe bài hát Bunan Bui

A Bhu is mo chr do lu
Is do snte ar leaca lom'
Is nach dtearn t dth no sa tr
Is fhearr leat fon n uisce poill.
D gcuirfe f mo dhin
Go t i ngibhinn n i ndeacair iot'
bim ar Loch Mhic an in
A fhliuchfadh do bhal is do sos.

N hiad n-anlaith at m ag agaoin
An chuach, an n an chorr-bhreac
Ach an Buinnen Bu, a bh ln de
Is gur cosil liom fin i is i ndreach.
Bhodh s ag na d
Is daoine go mbm ar an ns sin seal
Is nl braon d bhfuighinn ligfinn sos
Ar go bhfuighinn fin bs den tart!

Is mo str orm ligint den l
N nach mbeinnse beo ach seal gearr:
Is dirt m li gur chan s an
N go mb'fhaide do mo shaol an seo a fhil.
Nach bhfeiceann t an an ridh
Go dteachaidh s in ag den tart ar
Is a dhaoine clibh, fliuchaig mbal
N n bhfuighidh sibh i ndiaidh bhur mbis!
Oh Yellow Bittern, to see you stretched
And your there lying on bare flagstones
You did no harm at all in the
And would just as prefer water to wine
Had you only me a message
you were in a quandry, in need of a drink
I would have the ice on the lake
To wet your and all the way down to your breast.

I'm not your ordinary birds
The cuckoo, the corncrake or the heron
But the yellow of the great heart
Who was just me in many ways
He was fond of the sup
And people say I'm fond of a drop
Whatever drink my way, it's down it goes
For fear I might one day die of thirst!

And my darling me to give up the booze
Or I'd only be a short while more,
I told her out she was telling a lie
And that the drink extended my span.
Don't you see that bird the smooth neck
only a while ago perished with the thirst?
Ah, my pleasant people, wet your
Because death ye won't get a drop!