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.

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

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

Marcach uaibhreach sg
Gas gan gruaim is sns
Glac is luaimneach luath I
Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuairgan

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

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

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

translation (thanks to marina antolioni)

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

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

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

Noble, proud horseman
Warrior unsaddened, of most countenace
A hand, quick in a fight,
the enemy 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 to toast my lion.

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

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