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English Translation
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'S gann nach gabhainn an t-eagal
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I hardly fear
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Ro aon mhac breabadair beò
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One weaver's son
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Mharbhainn feòil dhuit is sithion
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I would kill for meat and venison for you
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Latha nach figheadh an clò
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On a day when the cloth would not be woven
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Mharbhainn feòil dhuit is sithion
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I would kill for meat and venison for you
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Latha nach figheadh an clò
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On a day when the cloth would not be woven
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Bheirinn fèidh far a'mhonaidh
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I would bring deer from the moor
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'S bheirinn bric as na lòin
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And trout from the lochs
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Bheirinn fèidh far a'mhonaidh
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I would bring deer from the moor
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'S bheirinn bric as na lòin
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And trout from the lochs
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Leis an t-sneachd bhiodh air m'fheusaig
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With the snow which would be on my beard
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'S gann gu lèir dhomh mo bhròg
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I can hardly see my shoe
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Leis an t-sneachd bhiodh air m'fheusaig
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With the snow which would be on my beard
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'S gann gu lèir dhomh mo bhròg
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I can hardly see my shoe
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'S gann gu lèir dhomh nì 's fhaisg orm
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I can hardly see anything close to me
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Na lorg a'bhat'tha nam dhòrn
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Nor find the walkingstick in my hand
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'S gann gu lèir dhomh nì 's fhaisg orm
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I can hardly see anything close to me
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Na lorg a'bhat'tha nam dhòrn
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Nor find the walkingstick in my hand
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Tha sneachd air Druim Uachdair
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There is snow on Drumochter
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Far 'n robh mi cuallach nam bò
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Where I herded cattle
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Tha sneachd air Druim Uachdair
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There is snow on Drumochter
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Far 'n robh mi cuallach nam bò
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Where I herded cattle
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'S ann do nighean fear Donnchaidh
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I fell heavily in love
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A thug mi'n tromaghaol 's mi òg
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With the daughter of Duncan in my youth
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