Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

By sen clrach mac

Seal da im' mhaighdean shimh,
's anois im' chaite thrith,
Mo chile ag treabhadh na dtonn go
De na gcnoc is I n-imigcin.

's mo laoch, mo mear,
's mo chaesar, mear,
n san n bhfuaireas fin
chuaigh I mo ghile mear.

Bmse buan ar gach l,
Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag na nder
Mar uaim an buachaill be
's n romhtar uaidh, mo bhrn.

N labhrann go suairc ar nin
Is nl guth gadhair I cn,
N shamhraidh I gcleanntaibh ceoigh
d'imthigh an buachaill be.

Marcach uasal g,
Gas gan gruaim is sndh,
Glac is luaimneach, luath I
Ag an tslua 's ag tuargain treon.

Seinntear ar chlairsigh cheoil
's lontair crt ar bord
Le ard gan chaim, gan che
saoghal is slinte d' fhaghil dom lemhan.

Ghile mear 'sa seal chumha,
's eire go lir faoi dubha;
n san n bhfuaireas fin
luaidh I gcin mo mear.

A translation by j. mark sugars 1997

Once I was a maiden,
But now I am a spent, widow,
My consort strongly the waves
Over the and far away.

He is my hero, my darling,
He is my caesar, a darling;
I've found rest nor fortune
Since my gallant darling far away.

Every day I am constantly grief,
nitterly and shedding tears,
Because my lively lad has me
And no is told of him - alas!

The cuckoo does not sing cheerfully at
And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-tree
Nor summer in misty glen
Since my lively boy away from me.

Noble, proud horseman,
Youth gloom, of pleasant countenance,
A fist, nimble in a fight,
the enemy and smiting the strong.

Let a strain be on musical harps,
And let many be filled on the table,
high spirit, without fault, without gloom,
That my may receive long life and health.

Gallant darling for a under sorrow,
And ireland under black cloacks,
I found neither rest nor fortune
my gallant darling went far away