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Bonaparte |
| Credits : | Traditional; arranged by Capercaillie |
| Appears On : | Secret People ; Capercaillie ; Live In Concert |
| Language : | Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic) |
| Lyrics : | English Translation : |
| O gu sunndach mi air m' astar | I'm happy on my journey |
| Falbh gu siubhlach le bheag airtneul | Travelling swiftly without flagging |
| Do a chomhrag ri Bonaparte | Heading off to do battle with Bonaparte |
| 'S e bha bagairt air Righ deors' | He it was who threatened King George |
| Sèist : | Chorus (after each verse) : |
| Illean chridheil, bitheamaid sunndach | Brave lads, let's be merry |
| Seasaibh onoir ur duthcha | Stand for the honor of your country |
| Fhad' s a mhaireas luaidh is fudar | As long as lead and powder last |
| De rud chuireadh curam oirnn? | What could worry us? |
| Chan eil faillinn ann ra chunntas | There is no weakness to be described |
| Anns na h-armainn nach diultadh | In the young heroes who would never retreat |
| Chan eil gealtachd nan gnuis-san | Cowardice is not in their countenance |
| Cha toir iad grunnd do luchd a' bhosd | They will never give ground to the boasters |
| Luchd nan osan gearr 's nam feileadh | Men of the short hose and the kilts |
| Cota sgarlaid orr' mar eideadh | With their uniforms of scarlet coats |
| Gum bu ghasd' iad an am eirigh | Splendid they were in attack |
| 'S iad nach geilleadh an deidh an leon | They would never yield though wounded |
| Ann am Bruxelles a chaidh innse | In Brussels it was told |
| Gun robh Frangaich tigh'nn nam miltean | That the French were coming in their thousands |
| 'S cha bhreug huam gur h-i an fhirinn | I tell no lie but the truth |
| 'S iomadh fear bhios sint' gun deo | Any a man will be stretched out without breath of life |
| Nam biodh againn, mar bu dual dhuinn | If we only had, as was hereditary to us |
| Lann Chinn-Ilich air ar gualainn | The great broadsword with Islay-wrought hilt on our shoulders |
| Sgoilteamaid an cinn gun cluasan | We'd split their heads to their ears |
| Gam bualadh le smuais nan dorn | Pounding them with the smashing of our fists |
| O gu sunndach mi air m' astar | I'm happy on my journey |
| Falbh gu siubhlach le bheag airtneul | Travelling swiftly without flagging |
| Do a chomhrag ri Bonaparte | Heading off to do battle with Bonaparte |
| 'S e bha bagairt air Righ deors' | He it was who threatened King George |