Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Ghile Mear

By sen clrach mac

Seal da im' mhaighdean shimh,
's im' bhaintreach chaite thrith,
Mo chile ag treabhadh na 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 mo ghile mear.

Bmse buan ar gach l,
Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag na nder
Mar uaim an buachaill be
's n tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrn.

N cuach go suairc ar nin
Is nl guth gadhair I cn,
N maidin shamhraidh I gcleanntaibh
d'imthigh uaim an be.

Marcach uasal g,
Gas gan gruaim is sndh,
Glac is luaimneach, luath I
Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag treon.

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

mear 'sa seal faoi chumha,
's go lir faoi chlcaibh dubha;
n san n bhfuaireas fin
luaidh I gcin mo 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;
found neither rest nor fortune
Since my gallant darling far away.

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

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

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

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

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