Amhrán Ghaeilge: Mo Ghile Mear

Mo Ghile Mear

'Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear,
'Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear,
Ní fhuaireas féin aon suan ná séan
Ó chuaigh i gcéin mo Ghile Mear.

Bímse buan ar buairt gach ló,
Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na ndeór
Mar scaoileadh uainn an buachaill beó
'S ná ríomhtar tu-ai-risc uaidh, mo bhrón.

Translation:
He is my hero, my dashing darling
He is my Ceasar, dashing darling.
I've had no rest from forebodings
Since he went far away my darling.

Every day I am constantly worried
Weeping bitterly and shedding tears
Because our lively lad has left us
And no news from him is heard alas


Castle on a Cloud

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There is a castle on a cloud,
I like to go there in my sleep,
Aren't any floors for me to sweep,
Not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a room that's full of toys,
There are a hundred boys and girls,
Nobody shouts or talks too loud,
Not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a lady all in white,
Holds me and sings a lullaby,
She's nice to see and she's soft to touch,
She says, "Cosette, I love you very much."

I know a place where no one's lost,
I know a place where no one cries,
Crying, at all, is not allowed,
Not in my castle on a cloud.