Translation of the song lyrics Mo ghile mear - Mary Black

Mo ghile mear (original)

Curfa
'Si mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Si mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear
Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin
O chuaigh in gciin mo Ghile Mear
Bmmse buan ar buairt gach ls
Ag caoi go ctuaidh 's ag tuar na ndeor
Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beo
'S na rmomhtar tuairisc uaidh mo bhrsn
Nm lagnrann cuach go suairc ar nsin
Is nml guth gadhair i gcoillte cns
Na maidin shamhraidh i gcleanntaibh ceoi
O d’imigh uaim an buachaill beo
Marcach uasal uaibhreach sg
Gas gan gruaim is suairce sns
Glac is luaimneach luath i ngleo
Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuairgan tria
Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil
Is liontair tainte cart ar bord
Le hinntinn ard gan chaim gan cheo
Chun saol is slainte d’fhail don leon
Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha
'S Eire go liir faoi chlscaibh dubha
Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin
O luaidh i gciin mo Ghile Mear
Seal da rabhas im’mhaighdean shiimh
'S anois im' bhaintreach chaite thriith
Mo chiile ag treabhadh ne dtonn go trian
De bharr na gcnoc is in imigiin
English Translation (thanks to Marina Antolioni)
He is my hero, my dashing darling
He is my Caesar, dashing darling
I’ve had no rest from forebodings
Since he went far away my darling
Every day I am constantly sad
Weeping bitterly and shedding tears
Because our lively lad has left us
And no news from him is heard alas
The cuckoo sings not pleasantly at noon
And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-filled woods
Nor summer morning in misty glen
Since he went away from me, my lively boy
Noble, proud young horseman
Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant countenace
A swift-moving hand, quick in a fight
Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong
Let a strain be played on musical harps
And let many quarts be filled
With high spirit without fault or mist
For life and health to toast my lion
Dashing darling for a while under sorrow
And all Ireland under black cloaks
Rest or pleasure I did not get
Since he went far away my dashing darling
For a while I was a gentle maiden
And now a spent worn-out widow
My spouse ploughing the waves strongly
Over the hills and far away

Mo ghile mear (translation)

Curfa
She's my hero, my Quick Boy
She's my Caesar, Ghile Mear
Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin
O my Gile Mear went away
Bmmse permanent on worry every ls
Crying bitterly and predicting tears
As I released the living boy
And don't tell me my report
Nm lagnrann cuckoo lavishly on nsin
Nml is the voice of a dog in cns woods
Summer mornings in misty cliffs
O the living boy has left me
Proud noble rider sg
Stem without gloom and tenderness etc
Take it early in a hurry
Truncating the crowd and predicting tria
History is played on musical harps
It is a tanned cart netting on board
With a high mind without chame without fog
For life and health for the lion
A quick whirlwind in mourning
All of Ireland is covered in black
Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin
O mention in the song of my Ghile Mear
Look at the gentle maidens
And now I'm a worn-out widow of three
My wife plowing the waves to a third
Because of the hills and in imigiin
English Translation (thanks to Marina Antolioni)
He is my hero, my dashing darling
He is my Caesar, dashing darling
I’ve had no rest from forebodings
Since he went far away my darling
Every day I am constantly sad
Weeping bitterly and shedding tears
Because our lively lad has left us
And no news from him is heard alas
The cuckoo sings not pleasantly at noon
And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-filled woods
Nor summer morning in misty glen
Since he went away from me, my lively boy
Noble, proud young horseman
Unsaddened warrior, of most pleasant countenace
A swift-moving hand, quick in a fight
Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong
Let a strain be played on musical harps
And let many quarts be filled
With high spirit without fault or mist
For life and health to toast my lion
Dashing darling for a while under sorrow
And all Ireland under black cloaks
Rest or pleasure I did not get
Since he went far away my dashing darling
For a while I was a gentle maiden
And now a spent worn-out widow
My spouse plowing the waves strongly
Over the hills and far away