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Mo Run Geal Og |
| Credits : | Christina Ferguson |
| Appears On : | Glenfinnan |
| Language : | Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic) |
| Other Versions : |
"
Cumha Do dh'Uilleam Siosal
" on Capercaillie's album The Blood Is Strong
" Mo Run Geal Og " on Flora MacNeil's album Craobh Nan Ubhal " Mo Rùn Geal Òg " on Rachel Walker's album Fon Reul-Sholus |
| Lyrics : | English Translation : |
| Och a Thearlaich og Stiubhart | Alas, young Charles Stewart |
| 'Se do chuis rinn mo leireadh | It is your cause that has left me desolate |
| Thug thu 'uam gach ni bh'agam | You took from me everything |
| Ann an cogadh 'nad aobhar | That I had in a war in your cause |
| Cha chrodh is cha chaoraich | It is not cattle or friends |
| Tha mi 'caoidh ach mo cheile | That have pained me, but my spouse |
| O'n la dh'fhag e mi 'm aonar | Since the day that you left me alone |
| Gun sion san t-saoghal ach leine | With nothing in the world but my shift |
| Mo run geal og | My fair young love |
| Bu tu fear mor bu mhath cumadh | You were the tall man, and handsome |
| O do mhullach gu d' bhrogan | From the crown of your head to your shoes |
| Tha do shlios mar an eala | Your side was like the swan |
| 'S bias na meala air do phogan | Your kisses tasted of honey |
| D'fhalt dualach donn lurach | Your curled, brown, beautiful hair |
| Mu do mhuineal an ordugh | Was arranged 'round your neck |
| 'Se gu camalubach cuimir | Ringleted and elegant |
| Gach aon toit urram d'a bhoidhchead | So that all paid tribute to its beauty |
| Mo run geal og | My fair young love |
| O gur mise th'air mo sgaradh | How distraught I am |
| 'S ged do chanam cha bhreug e | And though I say it, it is no lie |
| 'S iomadh te bha 'm banntrach | There is many a widow |
| Nach tug __ dhut fheine | Who did not get the equal of my spouse |
| Fear do cheile 's do thuigse | A man of your good sense and understanding |
| Cha robh furasd ri fheudainn | Was not easy to find |
| 'S cha do sheas an Cul-lodair | And there stood not on Culloden's field |
| Fear do choltais bu treine | A more valiant man of your mien |
| Mo run geal og | My fair young love |
| Och nan och, gur mi bochdag | Alas and alack |
| 'S mi lan osnaich an comhnaidh | What a wretch I am, ceaselessly sighing |
| Chaill mi duil ri thu thighinn | I lost hope of your return |
| Thuit mo chridhe gu dortadh | My heart burst with sorrow |
| Cha tog fidheall no clarsach | Neither fiddle or harp will raise it |
| Piob no taileasg no ceol e | Nor pipe nor gaming nor music |
| Nis o chuir iad thu'n tasgadh | Now that they have laid you to rest |
| Cha duisg caidreabh duin' oig mi | Young men's company does not arouse me |
| Mo run geal og | My fair young love |
| Bha mi greis ann am barail | For a while |
| Gun bu mhaireann mo cheile | I imagined my spouse was alive |
| Is gun tigeadh tu dhachaidh | And that you would come home |
| Le aithghearr 's le aoibhneis | With joy and happiness |
| Ach tha'n t-am dhol thairis | But the time has gone by |
| 'Is chan fhaic mi fear d'eugais | And I shall not see one like you |
| Gus an teid mi dhan annart | Until I go under the ground |
| Cha dealaich do speis rium | My love for you will not leave me |
| Mo run geal og | My fair young love |