Sting & The Chieftans - Mo Ghile Mear

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'Se/ mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Se/ mo Chaesar Gile Mear
Suan na/ se/an ni/ bhfuaireas fe/in
O/ chuaigh i gce/in mo Ghile Mear

Grief and pain are all I know
My heart is sore
My tears a'flow
We saw him go.
.. No word we know of him, ochon

'Se/ mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Se/ mo Chaesar Gile Mear
Suan na/ se/an ni/ bhfuaireas fe/in
O/ chuaigh i gce/in mo Ghile Mear

A proud and gallant chevalier
A high man's scion of gentle mean
A fiery blade engaged to reap
He'd break the bravest in the field

'Se/ mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Se/ mo Chaesar Gile Mear
Suan na/ se/an ni/ bhfuaireas fe/in
O/ chuaigh i gce/in mo Ghile Mear

Come sing his praise as sweet harps play
And proudly toast his noble frame
With spirit and with mind aflame
So wish him strength and length of day

'Se/ mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear
'Se/ mo Chaesar Gile Mear
Suan na/ se/an ni/ bhfuaireas fe/in
O/ chuaigh i gce/in mo Ghile Mear

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A literal translation

Once I was a gentle maiden,
But now I am a spent, worn-out widow,
My consort strongly plowing the waves
Over the hills and far away.

He is my hero, my gallant darling,
He is my caesar, a gallant darling;
Ive found neither rest nor fortune
Since my gallant darling went far away.

Every day I am constantly enduring grief,
Weeping nitterly and shedding tears,
Because my lively lad has left me
And no news is told of him - alas!

The cuckoo does not sing cheerfully at noon
And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-tree woods
Nor summer morning in misty glen
Since 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 fortune
Since my gallant darling went far away.

Lyrics:
MO GHILE MEAR (Our Hero)

Traditional; arr.: Paddy Moloney
English lyric translations by Sean MacReamoinn

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[SensieSanzashi]

Over 800 years you say! The longest, bloodiest, most despicable siege / occupation in the history of nations! We must never forget it, for this is the "History of Ireland!"

So drink your drinks, sing your songs, smile, for it's great to be Irish!

...and the 6 counties held as ransom? I say, "800 and counting!"

[Kevin McGrath]

Leaving Cert 2012!

[FloatinFlaps]

UP DE RA !

[fieldzz1]

shut da fuck up u pleb

[cmndo]

Pretty much anyone but the Irish themselves would write that shit you typed. The Irish and English get along great over here now.

[lotharrtheterrible]

Let it go.

[Catherine S. Todd]

Sting is English and singing with Irish about the sadness of Ireland. War and Indignities must end and human rights must be respected and preserved.

[Catherine S. Todd]

Atrocities need to end, but so does war.

[Fernando Guerreiro]

Beatifull!!

[Satchel Hogan]

Yes indeed. What's your favorite Green Day song? I like Minority.

[kitana kitany]

Wow incredibly touching.