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English Translation
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Ged tha mo cheann air liathadh
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Although my head has grayed
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Le deuchainnean is bron
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With forgetfulness and sadness
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Is grian mo leth-cheud bliadhna
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And the sun of my fifty years
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Air ciaradh fo na neoil
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Has darkened under the clouds
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Tha m' aigne air an lionadh
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My thoughts are filled
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Le iarrtas tha ro mhor
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With a great desire
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A dh'fhaicinn Eilean Sgiathach
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To see the Isle of Skye
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Na siantanan 's a' cheo
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The elements and the mist
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Tha corr 's da fhichead bliadhna
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It is more than forty years
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Bho'n thriall mi uait gam' dheoin
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Since I left you willingly
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'S a chuir mi sios mo lion
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And I put down my roots
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Ann am meadhon baile mhoir
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In the middle of the city
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Is ged a fhuair mi iasgair
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And although I married a fisherman
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A lion mo thaigh le stor
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Who filled my house with wealth
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Bu chuimhneachail mi riamh ort
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You are forever in my mind
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'S bu mhiann leam bhi 'nad choir
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And I long to be in your shelter
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Ach co aig a bheil cluasan
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But who has ears
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No cridh' tha gluasad beo
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Or a heart which beats with life
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Nach seinneadh leam an duan seo
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Who will not sing this song with me
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Mu'n truaigh' a thainig oirnn?
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About the hardship which has befallen us?
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Na milltean a chaidh fhuadach
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The thousands who were cleared
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Thar chuain gun chuid, 's gun choir
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Deprived of their belongings and their rights
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Tha miann an cridh' 's an smuaintean
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The desires of their hearts and their thoughts
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Air Eilean uain' a' Cheo
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Are on the green Isle of the Mist
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Nis, cuimhnichibh ur cruadal
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Now remember your hardship
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Is cumaibh suas ur srol
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And keep your banner flying
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Gu'n teid an roth mu'n cuairt duibh
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For the wheel will not go 'round for you
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Le neart is cruas nan dorn
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Without strength and hardness of fist
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Gum bi bhur crodh air buailtean
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Your cattle will be in their folds
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'S gach tuathanach air doigh
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And every farmer will be happy
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'S na Sas'nnaich air am fuadach
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And the English would be ousted
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A Eilean uain' a' Cheo
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From the green Isle of the Mist
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