Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

By sen mac domhnaill

Seal da im' mhaighdean shimh,
's im' bhaintreach chaite thrith,
Mo chile ag 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 mo ghile mear.

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

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

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

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

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

A literal translation by j. mark sugars

Once I was a 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 neither rest nor fortune
Since my gallant went far away.

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

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

Noble, proud horseman,
without gloom, of pleasant countenance,
A fist, nimble in a fight,
Slaying the and smiting 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 under sorrow,
And ireland completely under cloacks,
I have found neither nor fortune
Since my gallant went far away