Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

By sen mac domhnaill

Seal da im' mhaighdean shimh,
's im' bhaintreach chaite thrith,
Mo chile ag na dtonn go tran
De bharr na is I n-imigcin.

's mo laoch, mo mear,
's mo chaesar, mear,
Suan n san n fin
chuaigh I gcin mo mear.

Bmse buan ar buaidhirt l,
Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na
Mar uaim an buachaill be
's n romhtar uaidh, mo bhrn.

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

Marcach uasal g,
Gas gan gruaim is sndh,
Glac is luaimneach, 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 faoi chumha,
's eire go lir chlcaibh dubha;
n san n bhfuaireas fin
luaidh I mo ghile mear.

A literal by j. mark sugars 1997

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

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

Every day I am constantly grief,
Weeping nitterly and tears,
Because my lively lad has me
And no is told of him - alas!

The cuckoo not sing cheerfully at noon
And the of hounds is not heard in nut-tree woods
Nor summer in misty glen
Since my lively boy went from me.

Noble, young horseman,
Youth gloom, of pleasant countenance,
A fist, nimble in a fight,
Slaying the and smiting the strong.

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

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