|
Lyrics
:
|
English Translation
:
|
|
|
|
|
Ochóin a Righ
|
Oh woe is me
|
|
Gura tinn an galair an gradh
|
How sore is the sickness of love
|
|
Chan eil neach air am bi
|
There is no one who suffers
|
|
Nach saoil gura bliadhna gach la
|
That doesn't feel that each day lasts a year
|
|
Gun bhrist e mo chridh
|
My heart is broken
|
|
'S gun sgaoil e cuislean mo laint
|
And sapped the springs of my health
|
|
Bhith cumha 'na dheidh
|
Lamenting him, after leaving him
|
|
O threig mi fear an fhuilt bhain
|
The fair young man
|
|
|
|
|
Sèist
:
|
Chorus (after each verse)
:
|
|
Air falairinn o hug o air falairinn i
|
Air falairinn o hug o air falairinn i
|
|
Air falairinn o hug o air falairinn i
|
Air falairinn o hug o air falairinn i
|
|
Fail e fail o hug o air falairinn i
|
Fail e fail o hug o air falairinn i
|
|
Ochoin, a ghaoil, gum b'aotrom aighearrach sinn
|
Oh woe is me, my love, we were once happy and carefree
|
|
|
|
|
'Nuair theid thu thar sail, a ghraidh
|
When you are sailing abroad, love
|
|
Biodh glainne 'nad dhorn
|
Have a glass to hand
|
|
'S bi 'g ol mo dheoch-slaint 's gach aite
|
And drink my good health in each place
|
|
'N suidh thu aig bord
|
Where you are seated at table
|
|
Do chridhe geal eibhinn
|
Your heart is fair, happy
|
|
Eutrom aighearrach og
|
Light, cheerful and young
|
|
'S bu bhinne do bheul
|
And your mouth is sweeter
|
|
Na 'n teud on tigeadh an ceol
|
Than any musical strings
|
|
|
|
|
Nach robh mi's mo ghradh
|
Oh I wish that I and my love
|
|
Air airigh monaidh na 'n sliabh
|
Were on a high shieling on on the braes
|
|
Na air an traigh bhain
|
Or on the white beach
|
|
Na 'n ait nach robh duine riamh
|
In a desereted place where no man goes
|
|
Seachd oidhche, seachd la
|
Seven nights, seven days
|
|
Gun tamh, gun chadal, gun bhiadh
|
Without rest, without sleep, without food
|
|
Ach thusa bhith, ghraidh
|
Only you, my love
|
|
'S do lamh an tarruinn mam bhian
|
With your hands around my middle
|
