Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

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

Bmmse ar buairt gach ls
Ag go ctuaidh 's ag tuar na ndeor
Mar scaoileadh uaim an beo
's na rmomhtar uaidh mo bhrsn.

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

Marcach uaibhreach sg
Gas gan is suairce sns
Glac is luath I ngleo
Ag teascadh an 's ag tuairgan tria

Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh
Is liontair cart ar bord
Le ard gan chaim gan cheo
Chun is slainte d'fhail don leon.

mear 'sa seal faoi chumha
's eire go liir faoi dubha
Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas
O I gciin mo ghile mear.

Seal da im'mhaighdean shiimh
's im' bhaintreach chaite thriith
Mo chiile ag ne dtonn go trian
De na gcnoc is in imigiin.

English (thanks to marina antolioni)

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

Every day I am sad
Weeping and shedding tears
Because our lively lad has us
And no news him is heard alas.

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

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

Let a strain be on musical harps
And let many quarts be
high spirit without fault or mist
For and health to toast my lion.

Dashing darling for a under sorrow
And all ireland under black
or pleasure I did not get
Since he went far my dashing darling.

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