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English Translation
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Soraidh bhuam gu Barraidh
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My blessings on Barra
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Eilean's maisich tha fo'n ghrein
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The most beautiful island under the sun
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Far an tric an robh mi sugradh
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Where I often played
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'S le sunna a ruith na spreidh
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And happily herded the cattle
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Gur lionmhor lus tha fas fo'n druchd
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Plants abound beneath the dew
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Is deallt air uir as dheidh
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And the fine rain on the soil
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A' bheireadh slainte is muirneal dhuit
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On a May morning
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Air maduinn chubhraidh cheit
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Gives forth both good health and happiness
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An am direadh ris a mhonadh
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I wished for nothing better
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Measg a' mhurain 'be mo mhiann
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Than to walk through the maram grass
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Air feasgar fann's an fhoghar
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To the moors
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Nuair a chromadh air a ghrian
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As the sun sank low on a still autumn evening
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Gum beathaicheadh am faladh thu
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When the fragrance of the most beautiful plants
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Far luscan b'aille fiomh
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Would invigorate me
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An aiteag chubhraidh aluinn
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As would the gentle sea breezes
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Thig far bharr a' chain an iar
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Coming from the Atlantic
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An am eirigh anns an t'samhradh
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In the summer
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'Se bhith ann, bu mhor mo mhiann
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My only wish was to be there
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Gach iasgair 's e le bhata
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As the fishermen in the boats
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Dol gu aite a chuir na lion
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Went to lay the lines
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Nuair a charadh iad siuil shlan rith
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What a joy it was to watch
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Air bharr nan tonnan liath
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The boats under full sail
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Bu bhriagha a bhi ga faicinn
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On the crests of the white waves
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Air a setadh dol dha'n iar
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As they headed on their westerly course
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'Se Barraidh an t-eilean 's boidhche
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Barra is the most beautiful island
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Ann cho mor 's gun d'chur mi uigh
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The island of my heart's desire
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Far an tric an do ghabh mi oran
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When I often sang in the company
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Measg non oighean maiseach ciuin
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Of serene and beautiful young ladies
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'S ged tha mi'n duigh air m'aineol
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And although I'm alone today
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An Australia nan craobh
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In Australia of the trees
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Cha di-chuimhuich mi a Ghaidhlig
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I'll never forget the Gaelic language
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Tha i sgriobhte 's a' chlar aig m'aois
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Which is engraved on my mind
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