Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

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

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

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

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

Seinntear stair ar cheoil
Is liontair cart ar bord
Le hinntinn ard gan chaim gan
Chun saol is slainte don leon.

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

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

English translation (thanks to antolioni)

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

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

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

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

Let a be played on musical harps
And let many be filled
With spirit without fault or mist
For life and health to my lion.

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

For a while I was a gentle
And now a spent worn-out
My ploughing the waves strongly
Over the and far away.