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English Translation
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'S duilich leam an càrach
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I am dismayed at the condition
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Th'air Coire ghorm an fhàsaich
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Of the deserted corrie
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An robh mi greis de m'àrach
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Where I once lived
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'Sa bhràighe seo thall
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On the Brae yonder
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'S iomadh fear a bhàrr orm
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There's many's a man besides me
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A thaitnich e ra nàdur
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Whose heart would be gladdened
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Nam biodh e mar a bha e
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If it had remained as it was
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Nuair dh'fhàg mi e nall
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When I left
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Gunnaireachd is làmhaich
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Shooting and gun volleys
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'S puirt is aobhar-gàire
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Sport and fun
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Chleachd bhi aig na h-àrmuinn
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Were enjoyed by the heroes
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A b'àbhaist 'bhi 'sa ghleann
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Who once populated the glen
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Rinn na fir ud fhàgail
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Those men left
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'S Mac Eòghainn th'ann an dràsda
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And MacEwen who now lives there
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Mar neach an ionad càbaig
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Like a stone in place of cheese
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An àite na bh'ann
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Replacing those who were once there
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Tha 'choille bha 'san fhrìth ud
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The wood in that forest
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Na cuislean fada dìreach
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Long, straight trunks
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Air tuiteam a's air crìonadh
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Have fallen and withered
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Sìos air an rùsg
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Down in their bark
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Na preasan a bha brìoghar
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The fruitful thickets
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Na dosaibh tiugha lìonmhor
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And the thick and plentiful branches
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Air seachda' mar gu spìont' iad
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Have withered as though
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A nìos a's an ùir
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They were plucked from the earth
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Na failleannan bu bhòidhche
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The most beautiful shoots
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Na slatan is na h-ògain
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The twigs and the saplings
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'S an àit am biodh an smeòrach
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And the place where the thrush
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Gu mòghar a' seinn ciùil
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Sung its gentle song
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Tha iad uil' air caochladh
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They have all changed
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Cha d' fhuirich fiodh no fraoch ann
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Neither wood nor heather remains
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Tha mullach bhàrr gach craoibhe
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The top is missing from every tree
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'S am maor ga thoirt dhiubh
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Removed by the bailiff
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Tha Uisge Srath na Dìge
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The Water of Srath-na-Dìge
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Na shruthladh dubh gun sìoladh
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Runs black and filled with sediment
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Le barraig uaine liogh-ghlais
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With a gray-green scuf on it
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Gu mi-bhlasda grànd'
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Foul and ugly
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Feur-lochain is tàchair
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Marsh and water weed
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An cinn an duilleag-bhàite
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On top of the water-lily
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Chan eil gnè tuilleadh fàs ann
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There is nothing else growing
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San àit' ud san àm
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Now in that place
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Glumagan a' chàthair
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Boggy pools
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Na ghlugaibh domhain, sàmhach
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In its dense, still pits
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Cho tiugh ri sùghan càtha
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Are as thick as corn-husk sowans
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Na lathaich 's na phlam
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In sediment and slime
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Sean bhùrn salach ruaghain
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Stale, dirty scurf-water
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Cha ghloinne ghrunnd na uachdar
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Unclean at depth and on the surface
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Gur coslach ri muir ruaidh e
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Like a red sea
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Na ruaimle feadh staing
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A muddied flow through creeks
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Ach mas duine de shliochd Phàdraig
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But if one of Patrick's line
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A thèid a nis don àite
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Now goes to the place
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'S gun cuir e as a làraich
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And if he drives from his position
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An tàchran a th'ann
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The changeling there
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Bi'n coire mar a bha e
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The corrie will be as it was
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Bi laoigh is aighean dàr ann
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There will be calves and rutting hinds there
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Bidh daimh a' dol san dàmhair
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The stags will mate
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Air fàsach nam beann
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In the mountain wilderness
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Bi buic 's na badain blàtha
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There will be bucks in the warm thickets
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Na bric san abhainn làimh riu
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The trout in the river beside them
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'S na fèidh an srath na lairge
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And the deer on Srath na Lairge
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Ag àrach nam mang
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Rearing their young
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Thig gach uile nì ga àbhaist
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Everything will be as normal
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Le aighear is le àbhachd
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With joy and delight
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Nuair gheibh am Baran bàirlinn
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When the baron gets the warning to leave
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Sud fhàgail gun taing
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And good riddance
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