Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

'si mo laoch, mo ghile
'si mo chaesar, mear.
Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas
O in gciin mo ghile mear.

buan ar buairt gach ls
Ag go ctuaidh 's ag tuar na ndeor
Mar uaim an buachaill beo
's na rmomhtar uaidh mo bhrsn.

Nm lagnrann cuach go ar nsin
Is nml guth I gcoillte cns
Na shamhraidh I gcleanntaibh ceoi
O uaim an buachaill beo.

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

stair ar chlairsigh cheoil
Is liontair tainte ar bord
Le ard gan chaim gan cheo
Chun saol is d'fhail don leon.

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

Seal da im'mhaighdean shiimh
's anois im' bhaintreach chaite
Mo ag treabhadh ne dtonn go trian
De bharr na is in imigiin.

English translation (thanks to antolioni)

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

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

The cuckoo not pleasantly at noon
And the sound of is not heard in nut-filled woods,
Nor summer morning in glen
Since he away from me, my lively boy.

Noble, young horseman
Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant
A hand, quick in a fight,
Slaying the and smiting the strong.

Let a strain be played on harps
And let many quarts be
With high spirit without or mist
For life and health to my lion.

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

For a while I was a gentle
And now a worn-out widow
My spouse ploughing the waves
the hills and far away.