Luyện nghe bài hát Bunan Bui

A Bhu is mo chr do lu
Is do chnmha ar leaca lom'
Is nach t dth no dolaidh sa tr
Is narbh fhearr fon n uisce poill.
D scala f mo dhin
Go raibh t i ngibhinn n i iot'
bim ar Loch Mhic an in
A fhliuchfadh do bhal is do sos.

N hiad n-anlaith at m ag agaoin
An chuach, an traona n an
Ach an Buinnen Bu, a bh ln de
Is gur cosil liom fin i is i ndreach.
Bhodh s ag na d
Is daoine go mbm ar an ns sin seal
Is nl braon d bhfuighinn ligfinn sos
Ar go bhfuighinn fin bs den tart!

Is 'd'iarr mo str orm den l
N nach mbeinnse beo ach beag gearr:
Is dirt m li gur s an bhrag
N go mb'fhaide do mo an braon seo a fhil.
Nach bhfeiceann t an an phobin
Go dteachaidh s in ag den ar ball?
Is a dhaoine clibh, bhur mbal
N n bhfuighidh sibh braon i ndiaidh mbis!
Oh Yellow Bittern, alas to see you
And your bones there on bare flagstones
You did no harm at all in the
And would just as prefer water to wine
Had you sent me a message
you were in a quandry, in need of a drink
I would broken the ice on the lake
To wet beak and all the way down to your breast.

I'm not lamenting your birds
The cuckoo, the corncrake or the dappled
But the bittern of the great heart
Who was just me in many ways
He was always of the sup
And people say I'm fond of a drop
Whatever drink comes my way, it's it goes
For that I might one day die of thirst!

And my darling me to give up the booze
Or I'd be alive a short while more,
I told her straight out she was a lie
And the drink extended my life's span.
Don't you see that bird with the smooth
That only a ago perished with the thirst?
Ah, my people, wet your whistles
Because after ye won't get a drop!