Mo Ghile Mear [Our Hero] Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D]By seán [G]clárach mac domhnaill
Seal da rabhas I'm' mhaighdean shéimh,
's anois I'm' bhaintreach [D]chaite thréith,
Mo [G]chéile ag treabhadh na dtonn go tréan
De bharr na gcnoc is I [C]n-imigcéin.[G]

[Verse 2]
[G]'sé mo laoch, mo ghile [Bm]mear,
'sé mo [Em]chaesar, ghile [G]mear,
Suan ná séan [C]ní bhfuaireas féin
Ó chuaigh [G]I gcéin mo [C]ghile mear.
Bímse buan are [D]buaidhirt gach

[Verse 3]
[G]ló,
Ag caoi go cruaidh [C]'s ag tuar
na [G]ndeór
[C]Mar scaoileadh [G]uaim an buachaill beó
's ná ríomhtar [C]tuairisc [G]uaidh, mo bhrón.

[Verse 4]
Ní labhrann cuach go [C]suairc are nóin
Is níl [G]guth gadhair I gcoillte cnó,
Ná [C]maidin [D]shamhraidh I
gcleanntaibh [G]ceoigh
Ó d'imthigh uaim [C]an buachaill [Am]beó.

[Verse 5]
Marcach [Am]uasal [G]uaibhreach [C]óg,
Gas gan gruaim is [D]suairce [G]snódh,
Glac is luaimneach, luath [C]I ngleo
Ag teascadh an [G]tslua [C]'s ag
tuargain [G]treon.

[Verse 6]
Seinntear [C]stair are [D]chlair[G]sigh cheoil
's líontair táinte cárt are [C]bord
Le hin[G]ntinn ard gan chaim, gan cheó
Chun saoghal is sláinte [Am]d'
[G]fhagháil dom leómhan.

[Verse 7]
[G]Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha,
[C]'s eire go léir [G]faoi chlócaibh dubha;
Suan ná séan ní [Am]bhfuaireas féin
Ó luaidh [D]I gcéin mo ghile mear.
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A literal translation by j. mark

[Verse 8]
sugars [C]1997
Once [Am]I was a gentle maiden,
But [G]now I [C]am a spent, worn-out wid[D]ow,
My consort [G]strongly plowing the waves
[C]Over the hills and [G]far away.

[Verse 9]
[C]He is my [G]hero, my [C]gallant [D]darling,
[G]He is my caesar, [C]a gallant darling;
I've [G]found neither rest nor [C]fortune
Since [G]my gallant darling went far away.

[Verse 10]
[D]Every day [G]I am constantly
enduring grief,
Weeping nitterly and shedding tears,
[C]Because my lively lad has left me
[G]And no news is [Am]told of [D]him - alas!
[G]The cuckoo does not

[Verse 11]
[G]sing
[Em]cheerfully [Am]at noon
And the sound [G]of hounds is not
[C]heard in [D]nut-tree [G]woods
Nor summer morning in misty [C]glen
Since my lively [G]boy went away [C]from me.
Noble, proud [G]young horseman,

[Verse 12]
[C]
Youth [D]without [G]gloom,
of pleasant [C]countenance,
A swift-[G]moving fist, nimble in a [C]fight,
[G]Slaying the enemy [C]and
smiting the [G]strong.

[Verse 13]
[C]
Let a strain [G]be [C]pla[D]yed
on [G]mu sical harps,
And let many quarts [C]be filled on the table,
With high spirit, [G]without fault,
[C]without gloom,
[D]That [G]my lion may receive
[C]long life and health.
[G]Gallant darling for

[Verse 14]
[C]a while under sorrow[G],
And ireland com[C]pletely
under [D]black cloacks,
[G]I have f[C]ound neither rest nor fortune
[G]Since my gallant darling [D]went [G]far away