Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

By sen clrach mac

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

Bmse buan ar gach l,
Ag caoi go 's ag tuar na nder
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 ceoigh
uaim an buachaill be.

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

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

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

A translation by j. mark sugars 1997

I was a gentle maiden,
But now I am a spent, widow,
My consort plowing the waves
the hills and far away.

He is my hero, my darling,
He is my caesar, a gallant
I've found rest nor fortune
Since my gallant darling far away.

Every day I am enduring 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 woods
Nor morning in misty glen
Since my boy went away from me.

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

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

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