Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

By sen mac domhnaill

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

's mo laoch, mo mear,
's mo chaesar, mear,
Suan n san n fin
chuaigh I gcin mo mear.

Bmse buan ar buaidhirt l,
Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na
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 ceoigh
d'imthigh uaim an be.

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

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

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

A translation by j. mark sugars 1997

I was a gentle maiden,
But now I am a spent, widow,
My strongly plowing the waves
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.

day I am constantly enduring grief,
Weeping and shedding tears,
my lively lad has left me
And no is told of him - alas!

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

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

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

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