Luyện nghe bài hát Bunan Bui

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

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

Is mo str orm ligint den l
N mbeinnse beo ach seal beag gearr:
Is m li gur chan s an bhrag
N go do mo shaol an braon seo a fhil.
Nach bhfeiceann t an an phobin
Go dteachaidh s in ag den tart ar
Is a clibh, fliuchaig bhur mbal
N n bhfuighidh sibh braon i bhur mbis!
Oh Yellow Bittern, alas to see you
And your bones there lying on flagstones
You did no at all in the country
And would just as prefer ditch to wine
Had you only sent me a
That you were in a quandry, in need of a
I would broken the ice on the lake
To wet your and all the way down to your breast.

I'm not lamenting ordinary birds
The cuckoo, the or the dappled heron
But the yellow bittern of the great
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, down it goes
For fear that I one day die of thirst!

And my darling asked me to give up the
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.
you see that bird with the smooth neck
That a while ago perished with the thirst?
Ah, my pleasant people, wet whistles
Because after death ye get a drop!