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 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 ...