Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

By sen mac domhnaill

Seal da rabhas im' shimh,
's anois im' chaite thrith,
Mo ag treabhadh na dtonn go tran
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 go cruaidh 's ag tuar na nder
Mar uaim an buachaill be
's n tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrn.

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

Marcach uaibhreach g,
Gas gan is suairce sndh,
Glac is luaimneach, luath I
Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag treon.

Seinntear stair ar cheoil
's lontair tinte crt ar
Le ard gan chaim, gan che
chun is slinte d' fhaghil dom lemhan.

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

A literal by j. mark sugars 1997

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

He is my hero, my darling,
He is my caesar, a gallant
I've found neither rest nor
my gallant darling went far away.

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

The does not sing cheerfully at noon
And the sound of hounds is not heard in woods
Nor morning in misty glen
Since my lively boy away from me.

Noble, young horseman,
without gloom, of pleasant countenance,
A fist, nimble in a fight,
the enemy and smiting the strong.

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

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