Luyện nghe bài hát Preab San Ol

Is iomaí sin do bhíos ag daoine
Ag cruinniú píosaí is ag stóir,
'S a a smaoiníos ar ghiorra a' tsaoil seo,
Go siad sínte faoi leac go fóill.
tiarna tíre, diúc no rí thú,
Ní cuirfear pingin leat 's tú 'dul bhfód,
Mar sin is dá bhrí sin, beart níos críonna
Ná go síoraí ag cur preab san ól.

Is gearr an saol 'tá ag an lílí
Cé gur buí agus gur a ghabháil,
Is críonna ina chulaith riúil
Nach bhfuil air in áille dhó.
sa tsaol seo ach mar soinneán gaoithe,
Ga a nó slám de cheo:
Mar sin 's dá bhrí sin, níl beart críonna
Ná bheith go ag cur preab san ól.

Why your leisure bereft of pleasure
A treasure why scrimp and save?
Why look so at ev'ry penny?
You'll take no within the grave
Landlords and with all their plenty
Must still go empty e'er they're bound
So to my we'd best be drinking
Our clinking and round and round

King Solomon's glory, so in story
Was far outshone by the guise
But hard winds both field and garden
Pleading for pardon, the lily
Life's but a bauble of toil and
The feathered arrow, shot ne'er found
So, lads and lasses, life passes
Come fill your for another round