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.

buan ar buairt gach ls
Ag caoi go ctuaidh 's ag na ndeor
Mar scaoileadh uaim an beo
's na tuairisc uaidh mo bhrsn.

Nm lagnrann go suairc ar nsin
Is nml guth I gcoillte cns
Na maidin shamhraidh I gcleanntaibh
O d'imigh an buachaill beo.

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

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

Ghile mear 'sa faoi chumha
's go liir faoi chlscaibh dubha
Suan na sian nm fiin
O luaidh I gciin mo mear.

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

translation (thanks to marina antolioni)

He is my hero, my dashing
He is my caesar, darling.
had no rest from forebodings
Since he went far my darling.

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

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

Noble, proud young
Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant
A swift-moving hand, in a fight,
Slaying the enemy and the strong.

Let a be played on musical harps
And let many quarts be
With high spirit without fault or
For life and to toast 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 I was a gentle maiden
And now a worn-out widow
My spouse ploughing the strongly
Over the and far away.