Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

By sen mac domhnaill

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,
Suan n san n fin
chuaigh I mo ghile mear.

Bmse buan ar buaidhirt l,
Ag go cruaidh 's ag tuar na nder
Mar scaoileadh an buachaill be
's n romhtar uaidh, mo bhrn.

N cuach go suairc ar nin
Is nl guth I gcoillte cn,
N maidin I gcleanntaibh ceoigh
d'imthigh uaim an be.

Marcach uasal g,
Gas gan is suairce sndh,
Glac is luaimneach, I ngleo
Ag teascadh an 's ag tuargain treon.

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

Ghile mear 'sa seal chumha,
's eire go lir faoi dubha;
n san n bhfuaireas 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 strongly plowing the
the hills and far away.

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

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

The cuckoo not sing cheerfully at noon
And the sound of is not heard in nut-tree woods
Nor morning in misty glen
Since my lively boy went away me.

Noble, young horseman,
Youth gloom, of pleasant countenance,
A swift-moving fist, in a fight,
Slaying the enemy and the strong.

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

Gallant darling for a while sorrow,
And ireland completely black cloacks,
I have found rest nor fortune
Since my darling went far away