Luyện nghe bài hát Bunan Bui

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

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

Is mo str orm ligint den l
N nach mbeinnse beo ach seal gearr:
Is m li gur chan s an bhrag
N go do mo shaol an braon seo a fhil.
Nach bhfeiceann t an an ridh
Go dteachaidh s in ag den tart ar
Is a clibh, fliuchaig bhur mbal
N n bhfuighidh braon i ndiaidh bhur mbis!
Oh Yellow Bittern, alas to see you
And bones there lying on bare flagstones
You did no at all in the country
And would as prefer ditch water to wine
Had you sent me a message
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 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 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 me to give up the booze
Or I'd only be a short while more,
I her straight out she was telling a lie
And that the drink my life's span.
Don't you see that bird the smooth neck
That only a while ago perished the thirst?
Ah, my pleasant people, wet whistles
after death ye won't get a drop!