'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...
.
A proud and gallant cavalier
A high man's scion of gentle mean
A fiery blade engaged to reap
He'd break the bravest in the field
.
Come sing his praise as sweet harps play
And proudly toast his noble frame
With spirit and with mind a'flame
So wish him strength and length of day
'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...
.
A proud and gallant cavalier
A high man's scion of gentle mean
A fiery blade engaged to reap
He'd break the bravest in the field
.
Come sing his praise as sweet harps play
And proudly toast his noble frame
With spirit and with mind a'flame
So wish him strength and length of day
.
2 comments:
Pretty convinced this one's been heard by me before.
Maybe at your place, earlier?
*happy sigh*
nope, I've not linked to it before (I'm fairly sure)(because it took me ages to find)(unless I did, and I've forgotten!)
I've probably had Sting singing other Chieftans' songs, and I've had Ms O'Connor a few times. . .
but, none of that is important
the beauty of the sing is what counts
so glad you like it
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