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Lyrics
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English Translation
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Ged tha mi 'm ònar 'sna gleannaibh
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Though I am on my own in the mountains
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Chan eil mo shùnnd ris na fearaibh
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I am not wishing for mens' company
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Gun d'thug mi mo ghaol 's mo ghealladh
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I have given my vow and my word
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Nach dèanainn mo cheann a cheangal
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That I would not bind up my hair
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Gus am faighinn fhèin ort sealladh
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Until I got another sight of you
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Mo cheist air sealgair na h-eala
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My heart belongs to the hunter of the swan
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Sèist
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Chorus (after each verse)
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Bha mo leannan ann
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My love was there
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Bha mo leannan bòidheach
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My handsome gallant love
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Barail as a' bhail' ud thall
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Used to be in yonder township
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Cha dèan mi seudan a ghabhail
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I will accept no costly gifts
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Ge b'e dè thig am rathad
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Whoever comes my way
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Tha mo dhùil ri d' làimh-sa fhathast
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I still have hopes of your hand
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Òganaich as deise gabhail
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Young man of most gallant bearing
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Fo d' ghunna, fo d' sgèith, fo d' chlaidheamh
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With your gun, your targe, your sword
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'S ùr a' choill an d'fhàs an t-abhal
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Verdant was the grove where this apple tree grew
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Mo rùn mac na mnà Slèibhtiche
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I love the son of the Sleat woman
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'Chumadh 's a dh'fhuaileadh lèine
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Who could well cut and sew a shirt
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Chuireadh a' sìod air a' phèarluinn
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Who would embroider fine linen with silk
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Bu mhòr m'earbs' as do làimh threubaich
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Great was my trust in your strong arms
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B'fheàrr leam gun dèanainn ort rèite
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I wish I could make a contact of betrothal with you
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Cha dèan mi sin gu là m'euga
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But I never shall to my dying day
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Gur e mo rùn an t-òg gasda
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My love is the fine young man
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Bu chùirteile 'dol gu faiche
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Who went with stately air to the soldiers' field
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Gum b'e siud a rogha fasain
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That was his choice of fashion
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Còt' is fèileadh air a phleatadh
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A coat and a pleated kilt
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'S tric a bha mi'n cirb do bhreacain
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I was often in the fold of your plaid
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An àite nach bith càch gad' fhaicinn
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In a place where others could not see you
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Moire, 'se mo rùn an gille
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Oh Virgin Mother, my love is the man
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Bha 'raoir an Eilean na Cille
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Who was last night on Chapel Island
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Beul meachair a' chòmhraidh mhilis
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Tender mouth of the sweet conversation
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Ghabh mi mo chead dhìot 'sa linnidh
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I bade farewell to you near the shore
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'S thug siud air mo shùilean sileadh
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That made my eyes shed tears
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Guma slàn gun dèan thu tilleadh
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May you be well until your return
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