Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

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

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

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

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

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

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

da rabhas im'mhaighdean shiimh
's im' bhaintreach chaite thriith
Mo chiile ag treabhadh ne dtonn go
De na gcnoc is in imigiin.

English (thanks to marina antolioni)

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

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

The cuckoo sings not at noon
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 young
Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant
A hand, quick in a fight,
Slaying the and smiting the strong.

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

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

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