Mo Ghile Mear
Seán Clárach MacDomhnaill| Original | Versione inglese cantabile, sempre di J.Mark Sugars (1997) |
| MO GHILE MEAR | MO GHILE MEAR (My Gallant Darling) |
| Seal da rabhas im' mhaighdean shéimh, 'S anois im' bhaintreach chaite thréith, Mo chéile ag treabhadh na dtonn go tréan De bharr na gcnoc is i n-imigcéin. | Once I was fair as a morn of May, Now all I do is grieve and pray, And scan the surging ocean waves Since my gallant laddie went away. |
| 'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear, 'Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear, Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear. | 'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear, 'Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear, Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin Ó chuaigh in gcéin mo Ghile Mear. |
| Bímse buan ar buaidhirt gach ló, Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na ndeór Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beó 'S ná ríomhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrón. | Pain and sorrow are all I know, My heart is sore, my tears a' flow Since o'er the seas we saw him go No news has come to ease our woe. |
| Ní labhrann cuach go suairc ar nóin Is níl guth gadhair i gcoillte cnó, Ná maidin shamhraidh i gcleanntaibh ceoigh Ó d'imthigh uaim an buachaill beó. | In chestnut trees no birdsong sounds, The glens no more echo with coursing hounds, Winter's gloom lasts all year 'round, Since my laddie left for to seek his crown. |
| Marcach uasal uaibhreach óg, Gas gan gruaim is suairce snódh, Glac is luaimneach, luath i ngleo Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuargain treon. | A proud and youthful chevalier, A highland lion of cheerful mien, A slashing blade, a flashing shield, Fighting foremost in the field. |
| Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil 's líontair táinte cárt ar bord Le hinntinn ard gan chaim, gan cheó Chun saoghal is sláinte d' fhagháil dom leómhan. | Come, drain your cups as wild harps play Let every Celt praise his noble name As long as blood flows in your veins Raise a toast for his health, wish him length of days. |
| Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha, 's Eire go léir faoi chlócaibh dubha; Suan ná séan ní bhfuaireas féin Ó luaidh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear. | Hero whose hopes have turned to smoke, Erin all wrapped in mourning cloak, I watch and wait, I dread my fate, Since my gallant laddie went away. |
