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Lyrics
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English Translation
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Is truagh nach d' rugadh dall mi
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Oh that I were born blind
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Gun chainnt is gun lèirsinn
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Without speech and sight
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Mas fhac' mi t'aghaidh bhaindidh
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Before I saw your feminine face
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Rinn aimhleas nan ceudan
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Which has been the ruin of hundreds
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Bho'n chunnaic mi bho thùs thu
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From when I first saw you
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Bu chliùteach do bheusan
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Your conduct was renowned
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Gum b' fhasa leam am bàs
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It would be easier for me to die
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Na bhith làthair as t'eugmhais
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Than to live without you
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Sèist
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Chorus (after each verse)
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Filoro, filoro, filoro hug eile
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Filoro, filoro, filoro hug eile
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Filoro, filoro, filoro hug eile
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Filoro, filoro, filoro hug eile
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Air fail ili o agus ho ro hug eile
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Air fail ili o agus ho ro hug eile
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Chan fhaigh mi cadal sàmhach
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I will not sleep soundly
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A ghràidh, 's gun thu rèidh rium
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My love, if we are not reconciled
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Gur binne leam do chòmhradh
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Sweeter is your conversation to me
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Na smeòrach nan geugan
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Than the thrush of the branches
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Na cuach 's a mhadainn Mhàighe
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Or the cuckoo on a May morning
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Neo clàrsach nan teudan
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Or the stringed harp
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No'n t-easbaig air Latha Dòmhnaich
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Or the bishop on Sunday
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'S am mòr-shluagh ga èisteachd
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And the assembled crowd listening to him
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Neo ged a chunntadh stòras
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Or if I counted all the riches
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Na h-Eòrpa gu lèir dhomh
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Of Europe as my own
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Is truagh nach robh mi fàgail
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Oh that I were able to leave
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An t-saoghail seo ro chianail
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This awful world
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Bha dòchas faoin gam thàladh
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Foolish hope beguiled me
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'S e'n gaol rinn mo dhìobhail
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It was love which destroyed me
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Ge fada bhuam a shiubhlas tu
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Though you may travel far from me
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Ri m' bheò bhithinn riut dìleas
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All my life I would be faithful to you
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'S nuair thigeadh Latha na Cruinne
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And when the Day of Reckoning would come
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'S i Mòr Ros a dh'iarrainn
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It would be Marion Ross I would want
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