Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

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

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

Nm lagnrann cuach go suairc ar
Is nml guth I gcoillte cns
Na maidin shamhraidh I gcleanntaibh
O d'imigh uaim an beo.

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

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

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

da rabhas im'mhaighdean shiimh
's anois im' bhaintreach thriith
Mo chiile ag ne dtonn 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 from
Since he went far my darling.

day I am constantly sad
Weeping and shedding tears
Because our lad has left us
And no news from him is alas.

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

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

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

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

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