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Mary Black

Mo Ghile Mear

  celtic  folk  female vocalists  irish  pop
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Текст песни Mary Black - Mo Ghile Mear

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Curfasi mo laoch, mo ghile mearsi mo chaesar, ghile mear.Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiinO chuaigh in gciin mo ghile mear.Bmmse buan ar buairt gach lsAg caoi go ctuaidh s ag tuar na ndeorMar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beos na rmomhtar tuairisc uaidh mo bhrsn.Nm lagnrann cuach go suairc ar nsinIs nml guth gadhair I gcoillte cnsNa maidin shamhraidh I gcleanntaibh ceoiO dimigh uaim an buachaill beo.Marcach uasal uaibhreach sgGas gan gruaim is suairce snsGlac is luaimneach luath I ngleoAg teascadh an tslua s ag tuairgan triaSeinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoilIs liontair tainte cart ar bordLe hinntinn ard gan chaim gan cheoChun saol is slainte dfhail don leon.Ghile mear sa seal faoi chumhas eire go liir faoi chlscaibh dubhaSuan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiinO luaidh I gciin mo ghile mear.Seal da rabhas immhaighdean shiimhs anois im bhaintreach chaite thriithMo chiile ag treabhadh ne dtonn go trianDe bharr na gcnoc is in imigiin.English translation (thanks to marina antolioni)ChorusHe is my hero, my dashing darlingHe is my caesar, dashing darling.Ive had no rest from forebodingsSince he went far away my darling.Every day I am constantly sadWeeping bitterly and shedding tearsBecause our lively lad has left usAnd no news from him is heard alas.The cuckoo sings not pleasantly at noonAnd the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-filled woods,Nor summer morning in misty glenSince he went away from me, my lively boy.Noble, proud young horsemanWarrior unsaddened, of most pleasant countenaceA swift-moving hand, quick in a fight,Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong.Let a strain be played on musical harpsAnd let many quarts be filledWith high spirit without fault or mistFor life and health to toast my lion.Dashing darling for a while under sorrowAnd all ireland under black cloaksRest or pleasure I did not getSince he went far away my dashing darling.For a while I was a gentle maidenAnd now a spent worn-out widowMy spouse ploughing the waves stronglyOver the hills and far away.

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