Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

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

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

Nm cuach go suairc ar nsin
Is nml guth gadhair I cns
Na maidin I gcleanntaibh ceoi
O uaim an buachaill beo.

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

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

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

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

translation (thanks to marina 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 tears
our lively lad has left us
And no news him is heard alas.

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

Noble, young horseman
Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant
A swift-moving hand, in a fight,
the enemy 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.

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

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