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,
n san n bhfuaireas 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 tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrn.

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

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

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

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

A literal translation by j. mark 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 does not sing cheerfully at noon
And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-tree
Nor summer in misty glen
Since my boy went away from me.

Noble, proud horseman,
Youth without gloom, of countenance,
A swift-moving fist, in a fight,
the enemy and smiting the strong.

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

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