Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

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

Bmmse buan ar gach ls
Ag caoi go ctuaidh 's ag tuar na
Mar scaoileadh uaim an 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 uasal sg
Gas gan is suairce sns
Glac is luaimneach I ngleo
Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuairgan

Seinntear ar chlairsigh cheoil
Is liontair tainte ar bord
Le hinntinn ard gan gan cheo
saol is slainte d'fhail don leon.

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

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

translation (thanks to marina antolioni)

He is my hero, my dashing
He is my caesar, darling.
I've had no rest forebodings
Since he far away 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 cuckoo sings not at noon
And the sound of hounds is not heard in woods,
Nor morning in misty glen
Since he went from me, my lively boy.

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

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

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

For a while I was a gentle
And now a spent widow
My spouse ploughing the waves
Over the and far away.