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by Seй†¤ Clй†Ёach Mac DomhnaillSeal da rabhas im` mhaighdean shй–•mh,`S anois im` bhaintreach chaite thrй–•th,Mo chй–•le ag treabhadh na dtonn go trй–ЌnDe bharr na gcnoc is i n-imigcй–•n. `SвЊ¦г„Іг¬ё mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear,`SвЊ¦г„Іг¬ё mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear,Suan nвЊ¦г?Іг¬і sй–Ќn nвЊ¦г?Іг¬± bhfuaireas fй–•nвЊ¦гЂІг¬і chuaigh i gcй–•n mo Ghile Mear. Bйџ’se buan ar buaidhirt gach lвЊ¦г¤±г¬°,Ag caoi go cruaidh `s ag tuar na ndeй«ЌMar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beвЊ¦г¤±г¬°`S nвЊ¦г?Іг¬і rйџ”mhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrй«‡. NвЊ¦г?Іг¬± labhrann cuach go suairc ar nйЄѕnIs nйџ‘ guth gadhair i gcoillte cnвЊ¦г¤±г¬°,NвЊ¦г?Іг¬і maidin shamhraidh i gcleanntaibh ceoighвЊ¦гЂІг¬і d`imthigh uaim an buachaill beвЊ¦г¤±г¬°. Marcach uasal uaibhreach йЄ»,Gas gan gruaim is suairce snйЄґh,Glac is luaimneach, luath i ngleoAg teascadh an tslua `s ag tuargain treon. Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil`s lйџ”ntair tй†ќnte cй†Ёt ar bordLe hinntinn ard gan chaim, gan cheвЊ¦г¤±г¬°Chun saoghal is slй†ќnte d` fhaghй†ќl dom leй«†han. Ghile mear `sa seal faoi chumha,`s Eire go lй–•r faoi chlйЄіaibh dubha;Suan nвЊ¦г?Іг¬і sй–Ќn nвЊ¦г?Іг¬± bhfuaireas fй–•nвЊ¦гЂІг¬і luaidh i gcй–•n mo Ghile Mear. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------A literal translation by J. Mark Sugars 1997Once 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

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