Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

By sen mac domhnaill

Seal da rabhas im' shimh,
's anois im' bhaintreach 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
I gcin mo ghile mear.

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

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

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

stair ar chlairsigh cheoil
's lontair 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;
n san n bhfuaireas 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 the waves
the hills and far away.

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

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

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

Noble, young horseman,
Youth gloom, of pleasant countenance,
A fist, nimble in a fight,
Slaying the and smiting the strong.

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

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