Mo Ghile Mear Lyrics - Mary Black

Curfa 

'si mo laoch, mo ghile mear 

'si mo chaesar, ghile mear. 

Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin 

O chuaigh in gciin mo ghile mear. 

Bmmse buan ar buairt gach ls 

Ag caoi go ctuaidh 's ag tuar na ndeor 

Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beo 

's na rmomhtar tuairisc uaidh mo bhrsn. 

Nm lagnrann cuach go suairc ar nsin 

Is nml guth gadhair I gcoillte cns 

Na maidin shamhraidh I gcleanntaibh ceoi 

O d'imigh uaim an buachaill beo. 

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Marcach uasal uaibhreach sg 

Gas gan gruaim is suairce sns 

Glac is luaimneach luath I ngleo 

Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuairgan tria 

Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil 

Is liontair tainte cart ar bord 

Le hinntinn ard gan chaim gan cheo 

Chun saol is slainte d'fhail don leon. 

Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha 

's eire go liir faoi chlscaibh dubha 

Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin 

O luaidh I gciin mo ghile mear. 

Seal da rabhas im'mhaighdean shiimh 

's anois im' bhaintreach chaite thriith 

Mo chiile ag treabhadh ne dtonn go trian 

De bharr na gcnoc is in imigiin. 

English translation (thanks to marina antolioni) 

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Chorus 

He is my hero, my dashing darling 

He is my caesar, dashing darling. 

I've had no rest from forebodings 

Since he went far away my darling. 

Every day I am constantly sad 

Weeping bitterly and shedding tears 

Because our lively lad has left us 

And no news from him is heard alas. 

The cuckoo sings not pleasantly at noon 

And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-filled woods, 

Nor summer morning in misty glen 

Since he went away from me, my lively boy. 

Noble, proud young horseman 

Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant countenace 

A swift-moving hand, quick in a fight, 

Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong. 

Let a strain be played on musical harps 

And let many quarts be filled 

With high spirit without fault or mist 

For life and health to toast my lion. 

Dashing darling for a while under sorrow 

And all ireland under black cloaks 

Rest or pleasure I did not get 

Since he went far away my dashing darling. 

For a while I was a gentle maiden 

And now a spent worn-out widow 

My spouse ploughing the waves strongly 

Over the hills and far away.