Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

'si mo laoch, mo mear
'si mo chaesar, mear.
na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin
O chuaigh in mo ghile mear.

Bmmse buan ar buairt ls
Ag caoi go ctuaidh 's ag na ndeor
Mar scaoileadh an buachaill beo
's na rmomhtar tuairisc mo bhrsn.

Nm cuach go suairc ar nsin
Is nml gadhair I gcoillte cns
Na maidin shamhraidh I gcleanntaibh
O d'imigh uaim an beo.

Marcach uasal sg
Gas gan is suairce sns
Glac is luaimneach luath I
Ag an tslua 's ag tuairgan tria

Seinntear ar chlairsigh cheoil
Is liontair cart ar bord
Le hinntinn ard gan gan cheo
Chun is slainte d'fhail don leon.

Ghile mear 'sa seal chumha
's eire go liir chlscaibh dubha
Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas
O luaidh I mo ghile mear.

Seal da rabhas im'mhaighdean
's anois im' chaite thriith
Mo chiile ag ne dtonn go trian
De na gcnoc is in imigiin.

English translation (thanks to antolioni)

He is my hero, my dashing
He is my caesar, darling.
I've had no from forebodings
Since he far away my darling.

Every day I am sad
Weeping bitterly and shedding
Because our lad has left us
And no news from him is alas.

The cuckoo sings not pleasantly at
And the sound of hounds is not heard in woods,
Nor summer in misty glen
Since he away from me, my lively boy.

Noble, proud horseman
unsaddened, of most pleasant countenace
A hand, quick in a fight,
Slaying the enemy and the strong.

Let a strain be on musical harps
And let quarts be filled
With high spirit fault or mist
For and health to toast my lion.

Dashing darling for a under sorrow
And all ireland under cloaks
or pleasure I did not get
Since he far away my dashing darling.

For a while I was a gentle
And now a spent widow
My spouse ploughing the waves
Over the and far away.