Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

By sen clrach mac

da rabhas im' mhaighdean shimh,
's anois im' chaite thrith,
Mo chile ag na dtonn go tran
De bharr na 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 caoi go 's ag tuar na nder
Mar uaim an buachaill be
's n tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrn.

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

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

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

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

A literal translation by j. mark sugars

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 darling;
I've neither rest nor fortune
my gallant darling went far away.

Every day I am enduring grief,
nitterly and shedding tears,
Because my lively lad has me
And no news is of him - alas!

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

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

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

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