Luyện nghe bài hát Preab San Ol

Is slí sin do bhíos ag daoine
Ag píosaí is ag déanamh stóir,
'S a laghad a smaoiníos ar ghiorra a' seo,
Go siad sínte faoi leac go fóill.
Más tíre, diúc no rí thú,
Ní cuirfear pingin leat 's tú faoin bhfód,
Mar sin is dá bhrí sin, níl beart críonna
Ná go síoraí ag cur preab 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 seo ach mar soinneán gaoithe,
Ga a scaoiltear nó slám de
Mar sin 's dá bhrí sin, níl níos críonna
Ná bheith go ag cur preab san ól.

Why spend your leisure bereft of
A massing treasure why and save?
Why look so canny at penny?
You'll take no money the grave
and gentry with all their plenty
Must still go where e'er they're bound
So to my we'd best be drinking
Our glasses clinking and round and

Solomon's glory, so famed in story
Was far outshone by the lily's
But hard harden 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, because passes
Come fill glasses for another round