Luyện nghe bài hát Eirigh 'S Cuir Ort do Chuid Éadaigh

Eirigh 's ort do chuid adaigh Go mbearraidh m fin do chl
Go dt muid easpag na hirne Go gceangaltar m 'gus t
Bh gr 's cion agam fin ort A chuid 'en tsaol alaigh
'S nach duine dona gan chill A scarfadh chile

Cuirimse cro ar a' 'S ar bhuachaill ga an tsaoil
Nrbh fhearr dfa deas g acu N bean agus punta li
Oche mhr sa gheimhreadh Nr dheas bheith 'sgradh li
a' chailleach 'srannfa 'S 'tarraingt a' plaincead li

D Mirt a rinneadh mo chleamhnas Mo chreach 's gar
Ghlac mise comhairle mo mhuintir 'S mhr do m'aimhleas
Psadh mise gan Ar shamhailt do mhnaoi gan scimh
'S nl aon chailn d sa ghleann damh Nach rachainn 'un cainte li

Nuair a thimse 'un D Domhnaigh 'S fhiafraos gach igfhear daom
'Chormaic, an tusa psta? N an aironn t an ige 'choch'?
'S abraim is deirim fin leofa Go n'aireochainn go mr
'S an mid at gan psadh Gur agaibh at sprt an tsaoil

Ach gheobhaidh m hata 'gus brga ireochaidh m g arais
Agus rachaidh m amach go Gleann Sin an it a bhfuil mrn ban
Go bhfaghaidh m cailn deas g ann A a' rd go glan
'S nrbh fhearr leis na mn mra N cailleach Ghleann Domhain 's a ba

verses:
Aisling a chonaic m arir ar leaba m i mo lu,
Go dtinig s chugam mar fhirn, ainnir na bu
Bh a rfholt go far li, is nl tuile da mhid nach gclaodh,
is, a R, r mhiste do chlir , d gcodlinn le mnaoi?

Is trua gan is an niamh bheag na leice mlte chuan,
In oilen an Chlochair Bhig Chraobhaig mar a na nalta chun suain,
An it a mbonn an nead ag an anlaith, an fiolar, an is an chuach,
gease ar an an bheag solas an lae thabhairt uainn

(title translated; And Dress Yourself)
Another Donegal love song where the composer longs desperately to elope with his loved one to a place where he is only by nature's undisturbed beauty.