By seбn clбrach mac domhnaill

Seal da rabhas im' mhaighdean shйimh,
's anois im' bhaintreach chaite thrйith,
Mo chйile ag treabhadh na dtonn go trйan
De bharr na gcnoc is I n-imigcйin.

'sй mo laoch, mo ghile mear,
'sй mo chaesar, ghile mear,
Suan nб sйan nн bhfuaireas fйin
У chuaigh I gcйin mo ghile mear.

Bнmse buan ar buaidhirt gach lу,
Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na ndeуr
Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beу
's nб rнomhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrуn.

Nн labhrann cuach go suairc ar nуin
Is nнl guth gadhair I gcoillte cnу,
Nб maidin shamhraidh I gcleanntaibh ceoigh
У d'imthigh uaim an buachaill beу.

Marcach uasal uaibhreach уg,
Gas gan gruaim is suairce snуdh,
Glac is luaimneach, luath I ngleo
Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuargain treon.

Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil
's lнontair tбinte cбrt ar bord
Le hinntinn ard gan chaim, gan cheу
chun saoghal is slбinte d' fhaghбil dom leуmhan.

Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha,
's eire go lйir faoi chlуcaibh dubha;
Suan nб sйan nн bhfuaireas fйin
У luaidh I gcйin mo ghile mear.

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A literal translation by j. mark sugars 1997

Once I was a gentle maiden,
But now I am a spent, worn-out widow,
My consort strongly plowing the waves
Over 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 fortune
Since my gallant darling went far away.

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

The cuckoo does not sing cheerfully at noon
And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-tree woods
Nor summer morning in misty glen
Since 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 fortune
Since my gallant darling went far away

• A Day in The Life
• Another Pyramid
• Beneath a Desert Moon
• Black & White Army
• Come Down in Time
• Conversation With a Dog
• End of The Game
• Gabriel's Message
• How Insensitive
• I Shall Be Released
• I'll Follow My Secret Heart
• If You There
• In The Wee Small Hours of The Morning
• It Ain't Necessarily So
• It's a Lonesome Old Town
• January Stars
• Lullaby to an Anxious Child
• Mo Ghile Mear
• Ne Me Quitte Pas
• Nice Work if You Can Get It
• Round Midnight
• Sisters of Mercy
• Spread a Little Happiness
• Strange Fruit
• Take Me to The Sunshine
• The Mighty
• The Pirate's Bride
• The Wind Cries Mary
• The Windmills of Your Mind
• This Was Never Meant to Be
• Tutti Frutti
• Up from The Skies
• Vengo Del Sur
• Waters of Tyne