. . .and eventually find it

'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
.

2 comments:

Mel said...

Pretty convinced this one's been heard by me before.

Maybe at your place, earlier?

*happy sigh*

I, Like The View said...

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