Lirik Lagu Mo Ghile Mear - Sting & Police
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Seal da rabhas im' mhaighdean shéimh,'s anois im' bhaintreach chaite thréith,Mo chéile ag treabhadh na dtonn go tréanDe bharr na gcnoc is i n-imigcéin.
'sé mo laoch, mo ghile mear,'sé mo chaesar, ghile mear,Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féinÓ chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear.
Bímse buan ar buaidhirt gach ló,Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na ndeórMar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beó 's ná ríomhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrón.
Ní labhrann cuach go suairc ar nóinIs níl guth gadhair i gcoillte cnó,Ná maidin shamhraidh i gcleanntaibh ceoighÓ d'imthigh uaim an buachaill beó.
Marcach uasal uaibhreach óg,Gas gan gruaim is suairce snódh,Glac is luaimneach, luath i ngleoAg teascadh an tslua 's ag tuargain treon.
Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil's líontair táinte cárt ar bordLe hinntinn ard gan chaim, gan cheó chun saoghal is sláinte d' fhagháil dom leómhan.
Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha,'s eire go léir faoi chlócaibh dubha;Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féinÓ luaidh i gcéin mo ghile mear.
Translation:
Once i was a gentle maiden,But now i am a spent, worn-out widow,My consort strongly plowing the wavesOver the hills and far away.
He is my hero, my gallant darling,He is my caesar, a gallant darling;I've found neither rest nor fortuneSince my gallant darling went far away.
Every day i am constantly enduring grief,Weeping nitterly and shedding tears,Because my lively lad has left meAnd no news is told of him - alas!
The cuckoo does not sing cheerfully at noonAnd the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-tree woodsNor summer morning in misty glenSince my lively boy went away from me.
Noble, proud young horseman,Youth without gloom, of pleasant countenance,A swift-moving fist, nimble in a fight,Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong.
Let a strain be played on musical harps,And let many quarts be filled on the table,With high spirit, without fault, without gloom,That my lion may receive long life and health.
Gallant darling for a while under sorrow,And ireland completely under black cloacks,I have found neither rest nor fortuneSince my gallant darling went far away
'sé mo laoch, mo ghile mear,'sé mo chaesar, ghile mear,Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féinÓ chuaigh i gcéin mo ghile mear.
Bímse buan ar buaidhirt gach ló,Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na ndeórMar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beó 's ná ríomhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrón.
Ní labhrann cuach go suairc ar nóinIs níl guth gadhair i gcoillte cnó,Ná maidin shamhraidh i gcleanntaibh ceoighÓ d'imthigh uaim an buachaill beó.
Marcach uasal uaibhreach óg,Gas gan gruaim is suairce snódh,Glac is luaimneach, luath i ngleoAg teascadh an tslua 's ag tuargain treon.
Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil's líontair táinte cárt ar bordLe hinntinn ard gan chaim, gan cheó chun saoghal is sláinte d' fhagháil dom leómhan.
Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha,'s eire go léir faoi chlócaibh dubha;Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féinÓ luaidh i gcéin mo ghile mear.
Translation:
Once i was a gentle maiden,But now i am a spent, worn-out widow,My consort strongly plowing the wavesOver the hills and far away.
He is my hero, my gallant darling,He is my caesar, a gallant darling;I've found neither rest nor fortuneSince my gallant darling went far away.
Every day i am constantly enduring grief,Weeping nitterly and shedding tears,Because my lively lad has left meAnd no news is told of him - alas!
The cuckoo does not sing cheerfully at noonAnd the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-tree woodsNor summer morning in misty glenSince my lively boy went away from me.
Noble, proud young horseman,Youth without gloom, of pleasant countenance,A swift-moving fist, nimble in a fight,Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong.
Let a strain be played on musical harps,And let many quarts be filled on the table,With high spirit, without fault, without gloom,That my lion may receive long life and health.
Gallant darling for a while under sorrow,And ireland completely under black cloacks,I have found neither rest nor fortuneSince my gallant darling went far away
