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English Translation
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A ghruagach a' chuìl shnìomhanaich
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Maiden of the ringletted hair
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Bhean òg is miannach leam
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Young woman I desire
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Do phearsa dhìreach chumachdail
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Your straight, well-proportioned body
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'S i chuir mi ort an geall
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Pledges me to you
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Is maiseach, banail, cliùteadh thu
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You are comely, feminine renowned
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'S ro mhodhail aig gach àm
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And always well-mannered
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'S tha bhlàth mar dhriùchd na h-iarmailt ort
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Your bloom is like the airy dew
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Mar dheàrrsadh grèin air fonn
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Or the sun shining on the land
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'S ann thig an sìod' am fasan
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Silk becomes
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Air do chuailein mhaiseach dhonn
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Your beautiful ringletted hair
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Sùil chorrach is glan sealladh leam
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Sharp eyes of clear vision are to me
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Mar dhearcagan nan tom
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Like the berries on the bush
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Do ghruaidh mar na ròsan
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Your cheek like the roses
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Nuair bhios iad òg is fann
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When they are fresh and fragile
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Do shlios mar fhaoileann mara
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Your side like the seagull
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Neo mar chanach geal nam beann
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Or the bog cotton of the mountain
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Mo chailin, ghrìnn, dheas, fhuranach
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My fair, lovely, kindly girl
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Tha urram ort nach gann
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You are held in high regard
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'S tu thogadh smal is mìghean dhìom
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You would lift sorrow and discontent from me
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An uair bhiodh m' intinn trom
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When my mind is troubled
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'S tu dhèanadh tric dhomh ùrachadh
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You would often refresh me
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Bu shunndach thogadh fonn
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And would joyfully raise a tune
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Le guth mar cheòl na fìdhle
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With a voice like the fiddle's music
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Neo mar smeòrach bhìnn nam beann
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Or the sweet thrush of the mountains
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Ceud soraidh slàn thar chuantan leat
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A hundred farewells across the ocean to you
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A ghruagach, mhaiseach, dhonn
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Beautiful brown-haired maiden
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Le dùil gum faic mi sàbhailt' thu
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In the hope of seeing you safe and well
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Bheir mi mo dhàn gu ceann
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I'll bring my song to a close
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Ged chaidh thu fad' air astar bhuam
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Though you wandered far from me
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A Ghlaschu nan Gall
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To Glasgow of the Lowlanders
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'S i Tìr a' Mhurain dhubh-ghuirm
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You belong in your native land
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A bu dùthchas dhut bhith ann
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Of the blue-black maram grass
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