Orla Fallon - Mo Ghile Mear | Текст песни

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• Orla Fallon
• Mo Ghile Mear

Chorus:
'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Sé mo Chaesar Gile Mear
Suan ná sé an ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear

Bímse buan ar buairt gach ló,
Ag caoi go cruaidh ‘s ag tuar na ndeor
Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beo
‘S ná ríomhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhrón.

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.

He's my champion my Gallant Darling,
He's my Caesar, a Gallant Darling,
I've found neither rest nor fortune
Since my Gallant Darling went far away.

Every day I'm constantly enduring grief,
Weeping bitterly and shedding tears,
Because my lively lad has left me
And no news is told of him - alas.

Play a tune on music harps
Fill the quart measures on the table
With high intention, straight and unclouded
That life an health will be left to my lion