Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

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

Bmmse ar buairt gach ls
Ag caoi go 's ag tuar na ndeor
Mar scaoileadh uaim an beo
's na rmomhtar tuairisc mo bhrsn.

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

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

Seinntear ar chlairsigh cheoil
Is tainte cart ar bord
Le ard gan chaim gan cheo
Chun saol is slainte don leon.

Ghile 'sa seal faoi 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' bhaintreach thriith
Mo chiile ag treabhadh ne dtonn go
De na gcnoc is in imigiin.

English translation (thanks to antolioni)

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

Every day I am sad
Weeping bitterly and shedding
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 morning in misty glen
Since he went away from me, my boy.

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

Let a strain be on musical harps
And let many be filled
With high spirit without or mist
For and health to toast my lion.

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