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English Translation
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'N naigheachd a fhuair sinn an drasd'
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The tidings we have now received
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A thainig oirnn nuadh do'n tir
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Which are freshly come to the land
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Chuir m'airtneal air chairtealan uam
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Have chased all my sorrow away
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Dh'fhag aigeantach, uallach mi
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And left me both joyful and proud
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Cha bhi sinn tuilleadh na's mo
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No more are we going to be
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Aig Deorsa fada fo chis
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Under subjection to George
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Thig sonas ri linn a' Phrionns'oig
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Joy will come in the young Prince's time
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'S gheibh fir tha air fogradh sith
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Peace will be to the exiles restored
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Rugadh Phoenix thall anns an Roimh
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A Phoenix is born o'er in Rome
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Sgeul aigeantach mor ri 'linn
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A tale of great joy in its time
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Gum bi neart agus ceart mar ri treoir
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May he who the King's right maintains
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Do'n fhear sheasas coir an Righ
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Have strength and justice and aid
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Theid a' chuibhle fhathast mu'n cuairt
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Fortune's wheel will yet turn again
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'S am fear a tha shuas, bidh e sios
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And the man who's aloft will fall low
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Bidh am fear a tha streapadh, gu h-ard
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The man who is climbing will rise
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'S fear eile gu lar tuitidh sios
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And the other to earth will fall down
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Tha Neptun a' mionnachadh dha
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Neptune does promise for him
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Gum bheil muir dha co reidh us tir
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A sea as smooth as the land
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Tha Aeolus a'feitheamh a ghnath
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And Aeolus is ready always
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'S a'gleidheadh dha baidh a ghaoith
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For him keeping his favoring winds
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Tha Mars us a chlaidheamh 'na laimh
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Mars with his sword in his hand
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Le buaidh-chath' 's gach aite am bi
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Will give victory wherever he be
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Tha plannta nan duilleagan tlath
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The herbs with their delicate leaves
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Toirt urraim 'nan aiteachan fin
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Give honor in their own abodes
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Thig muthadh air fonn as droch-ghne
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A change will come o'er barren lands
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Cha bhi dris ann an lar nach crion
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No thorn on the ground but will fade
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Bidh gach tulach 'na iomairibh reidh
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Every hill will be laid in smooth rigs
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'S fasaidh 'n cuithneachd air aodainn shliabh
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And wheat will grow on the hillsides
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Cha dean sinn tuilleadh cion-fath
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Contention no more shall we own
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O'n a theirig an fhreumh nach cinn
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Since the root that won't grow is consumed
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Sin an gartlann a ghlanadh o'n charr
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There's the corn-field now cleansed of its weeds
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Bha bacadh dhuinn fas ar siol
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Which did hinder the growth of our crop
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Sgeul eile cha cheil mi an drasd'
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Another tale that I'll not hide
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Cuiridh coille trom-bhlath os ar cinn
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The woods will put leaves o'er our heads
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Cuiridh 'n talamh gun airceas de bharr
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The earth will yield crops without stint
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Tacar mara cur lain's gach lion
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The sea's fruit will fill every net
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Bidh bainn' aig an eallaich's gach ait'
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Herds will give milk everywhere
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Mil air bharraibh nan srabh's gach tir
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And honey on straw-tops be found
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Gun ghainne, gun airceas, gu brath
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Without want, unstinted, forever
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Gun ghaillionn ach blaths 's gach sian
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Without storms, but every wind warm
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