Luyện nghe bài hát Bunan Bui

A Bhu is mo chr do lu
Is do chnmha ar leaca lom'
Is nach dtearn t dth no sa tr
Is narbh leat fon n uisce poill.
D gcuirfe scala f mo
Go raibh t i ngibhinn n i ndeacair
bhainfinnse bim ar Mhic an in
A fhliuchfadh do is do bhrollach sos.

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

Is 'd'iarr mo str orm den l
N mbeinnse beo ach seal beag gearr:
Is dirt m li gur s an bhrag
N go mb'fhaide do mo an braon seo a fhil.
Nach t an an phobin ridh
Go dteachaidh s in ag den ar ball?
Is a clibh, fliuchaig bhur mbal
N n sibh braon i ndiaidh bhur mbis!
Oh Yellow Bittern, to see you stretched
And your bones there 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 broken the ice on the lake
To wet beak and all the way down to your breast.

I'm not lamenting your birds
The cuckoo, the corncrake or the heron
But the bittern of the great heart
Who was just like me in many
He was fond of the sup
And say I'm fond of a drop myself
Whatever drink comes my way, it's it goes
For fear that I one day die of thirst!

And my darling me to give up the booze
Or I'd be alive 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
only a while ago perished with the thirst?
Ah, my people, wet your whistles
Because after ye won't get a drop!