Luyện nghe bài hát Preab San Ol

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

Is gearr an saol 'tá ag an lílí
Cé gur agus gur geal a ghabháil,
Is críonna ina chulaith riúil
bhfuil baol air in áille dhó.
Níl sa tsaol seo ach mar gaoithe,
Ga a scaoiltear nó slám de
Mar sin 's dá bhrí sin, beart níos críonna
Ná go síoraí ag cur preab san ól.

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

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