Luyện nghe bài hát Bunan Bui

A Bhu is mo chr do lu
Is do snte ar leaca lom'
Is nach t dth no dolaidh sa tr
Is narbh fhearr leat fon n poill.
D scala f mo dhin
Go raibh t i ngibhinn n i ndeacair
bim ar Loch Mhic an in
A fhliuchfadh do is do bhrollach sos.

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

Is mo str orm ligint den l
N nach mbeinnse beo ach seal beag
Is m li gur chan s an bhrag
N go mb'fhaide do mo an braon seo a fhil.
Nach t an an phobin ridh
Go s in ag den tart ar ball?
Is a dhaoine clibh, bhur mbal
N n bhfuighidh sibh braon i ndiaidh mbis!
Oh Bittern, alas to see you stretched
And your bones there lying on bare
You did no harm at all in the
And would as prefer ditch water to wine
Had you only sent me a
That you were in a quandry, in of a drink
I have broken the ice on the lake
To wet your beak and all the way to your breast.

I'm not lamenting ordinary birds
The cuckoo, the or the dappled heron
But the yellow bittern of the heart
Who was just like me in ways
He was always of the sup
And people say I'm fond of a myself
Whatever drink comes my way, it's down it
For fear that I one day die of thirst!

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