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Am Buachaille Ban |
| Credits : | Arranged by Capercaillie |
| Appears On : | Crosswinds |
| Language : | Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic) |
| Other Versions : |
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Am Buachaille Ban
" on Back Of The Moon's album Back Of The Moon
" Am Buachaille Bàn " on Cliar's album Gun Tàmh " Ochòin A Righ Gura Tinn Mo Galar An Gràdh " on Fiona Mackenzie's album Seinn! O Ho Ro Seinn! " Air Fail A Lail O " on Mouth Music's album Mouth Music " Ochoin A Righ, Gur Tinn An Galair An Gradh " on Margaret Stewart & Allan MacDonald's album Fhuair Mi Pog |
| Lyrics : | English Translation : |
| Och, ochan a righ | Alas and alack |
| Gura tinn an galair an gradh | What a deadly sickness is love |
| Chan eil neach air am bi | There is none who suffers it |
| Nach saoil gura seach dainn gach la | But feels every day is a week |
| Gunn bhrist e mo chridh | It has broken my heart |
| 'S gun sgaoil e cuislean mo shlaint | And sapped the springs of my health |
| Bhith 'g amharc ad dheidh | To keep gazing after you |
| A gheug a'bhrollaich ghil bhain | Young of the fair white bosom |
| Ghil bhain | White bosom |
| A bhuachaille bhain | Fair-haired lad |
| Ma 's aill leat labhairt air thuis | If you but care to speak first |
| Gura leatsa gun dail mo lamh | My hand shall be yours without delay |
| Ma thig thu rim dluth | If you come for me |
| Gur truagh mar ta | Play it is true |
| Nach d'tharlaidh mis'agus thu | You and I did not find ourselves |
| An eilein gun truagh | On an island with no ebb |
| Gun ramh, gun choite, gun stiuir | With no oar, no boat, no rudder |
| Gun stiuir | No rudder |
| Na faiceadh sibh geug | If you could see such a shoot |
| 'S i 'g eirigh maduinn chiuin cheo | Springing up on a calm misty morning |
| Le pearsa dha reiri iu | With looks to go with it |
| Ceudan mhealladh 'nan doigh | To win the hearts of thousands |
| Gur binne do bheul | Sweeter is your voice |
| Na teudan thidheall ri ceol | Than the strings of violins playing |
| Nach truagh leat mi 'd dheidh | Can you not take pity on me |
| Leam fhein air cnoc ri bron | Alone without you, lamenting on a knoll? |
| Ri bron | Lamenting |
| Och, ochan a righ | Alas and alack |
| Gura tinn an galair an gradh | What a deadly sickness is love |
| Chan eil neach air am bi | There is none who suffers it |
| Nach saoil gura seach dainn gach la | But feels every day is a week |
| Gunn bhrist e mo chridh | It has broken my heart |
| 'S gun sgaoil e cuislean mo shlaint | And sapped the springs of my health |
| Bhith 'g amharc ad dheidh | To keep gazing after you |
| A gheug a'bhrollaich ghil bhain | Young of the fair white bosom |
| Ghil bhain | White bosom |
| Ghil bhain | White bosom |