Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

By sen clrach mac

Seal da rabhas im' 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 ar buaidhirt gach l,
Ag go cruaidh 's ag tuar na nder
Mar scaoileadh an buachaill be
's n romhtar uaidh, mo bhrn.

N labhrann go suairc ar nin
Is nl guth gadhair I cn,
N maidin shamhraidh I gcleanntaibh
uaim an buachaill be.

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

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

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

A literal by j. mark sugars 1997

Once I was a maiden,
But now I am a spent, widow,
My consort strongly the waves
Over the and far away.

He is my hero, my darling,
He is my caesar, a darling;
I've neither rest nor fortune
Since my gallant went far away.

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

The cuckoo does not sing cheerfully at
And the sound of hounds is not heard in woods
Nor summer morning in misty
Since my lively boy went away me.

Noble, proud horseman,
Youth without gloom, of countenance,
A swift-moving fist, in a fight,
Slaying the enemy and the strong.

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

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