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English Translation
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Thug mi sùil thar a' bhealach
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I looked to the hill
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Thug mi 'n sealladh ud bhuam
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Looked yonder
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Fheuch a faicinn mo leannan
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For any sign of my lover
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Tighinn dhan bhaile san uair
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Coming to town
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Fhir a dh'òladh an tocsaid
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He who'd drink the hogshead
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'Sa chostadh a luach
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And earn its worth
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'S math thig bonaid ghorm dhathte
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A blue bonnet looked well
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Air cùl bachlach nan dual
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On his curly hair
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B'fheàrr gu faicinn a nuas thu
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Oh to see you coming
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'S do ghruaidh mar an ròs
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With your rosy cheeks
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Is d'anail mar ubhlan
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Breath like apples
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'S do chùl mar an t-òr
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And golden hair
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Do bheul tha dearg tana
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Your narrow red lips
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'S blas na meal' air do phòig
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Kisses like honey
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Gura gìomanach eal' thu
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You, the hunter of the swan
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Agus lach air an lòn
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And the wild duck on the loch
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Gura h-èibhinn gach àit'
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Clan Neill brought pleasure
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'Sam biodh pàirt de Chlann Nèill
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To any place
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Gura h-uasal gach òigear
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Every noble young man
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Leis an òlte am fìon
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Among them who'd drink wine
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Air chairtean ag iomairt
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Playing cards
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Gun mhionnan gun strì
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Without swearing or fighting
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Gur ann làmh riutha shuidhinn
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I'd gladly sit by them
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Is gu leiginn mo sgìos
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And take my rest
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Gura bòidheach, gura bòidheach
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How beautiful, how beautiful
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Gura bòidheach na lòin
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How beautiful is the sight of the lochs
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Gura bòidheach an t-aonach
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How beautiful is
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Air an sgaoileadh an ceò
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The misty moorland
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Gura bòidheach an Losaid
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How beautiful is the Lossit
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'S Baile Ghrobain na còir
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And Ballygrogan before it
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Gura bòidheach Ceann Loch
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How beautiful is Campbeltown
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Far'm bith mo sheachd rùn ag òl
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Where my love is wont to drink
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Dè nam biodh tu mar shionnach
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How would it be if you were like the fox
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Air an tulaich ud thall
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On the hillock yonder
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Agus mise mar eala
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And I like the swan
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Air bharraibh nan tonn
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On the crest of the wave
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Naile, rachainn nad' choinneamh
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I would go to you
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Is mheallainn thu leam
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And entice you away
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Lùb ùr a' chùil chlannaich
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Young man of the curly hair
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Ort-s' tha m'anam an geall
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My soul is promised to you
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A Dhòmhnaill nan Dòmhnall
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Oh Donald of the Donalds
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Sùil mhòghair ad' cheann
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With your gentle eye
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Rìgh, gur math thig dhuit triubhais
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Lord, how well the trousers suit you
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Dhol a shiubhal nam beann
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Going to hunt in the hills
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'S cha mhios' thig dhuit stocainn
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No worse the hose
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Bròg shocair 'si teann
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Or a well-fitting shoe
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'S tric a laigh mi ri d' thaobh
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Often have I lain by your side
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'S ann leam a b'aobhach bhi ann
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It is where I would be now
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