Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

'si mo laoch, mo ghile
'si mo chaesar, mear.
Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas
O chuaigh in gciin mo mear.

buan ar buairt gach ls
Ag caoi go ctuaidh 's ag tuar na
Mar uaim an buachaill beo
's na tuairisc uaidh mo bhrsn.

Nm lagnrann cuach go suairc ar
Is nml guth I gcoillte cns
Na maidin I gcleanntaibh ceoi
O uaim an buachaill beo.

uasal uaibhreach sg
Gas gan gruaim is sns
Glac is luaimneach I ngleo
Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuairgan

stair ar chlairsigh cheoil
Is tainte cart ar bord
Le hinntinn ard gan chaim gan
Chun saol is slainte don leon.

Ghile mear 'sa faoi chumha
's eire go faoi chlscaibh dubha
Suan na nm bhfuaireas fiin
O luaidh I gciin mo mear.

da rabhas im'mhaighdean shiimh
's anois im' chaite thriith
Mo ag treabhadh ne dtonn go trian
De na gcnoc is in imigiin.

English translation (thanks to antolioni)

He is my hero, my darling
He is my caesar, darling.
I've had no from forebodings
Since he went far my darling.

Every day I am sad
Weeping bitterly and shedding
our lively lad has left us
And no from him is heard alas.

The cuckoo not pleasantly at noon
And the sound of hounds is not in nut-filled woods,
Nor morning in misty glen
Since he went away me, my lively boy.

Noble, proud young
Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant
A hand, quick in a fight,
the enemy and smiting the strong.

Let a strain be on musical harps
And let many be filled
With spirit without fault or mist
For life and health to my lion.

Dashing for a while under sorrow
And all ireland black cloaks
Rest or I did not get
he went far away my dashing darling.

For a while I was a maiden
And now a spent worn-out
My spouse ploughing the waves
Over the and far away.