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English Translation
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Shuidh i ri m' thaobh
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She sat beside me
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Aig cùl ar dachaigh
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Behind our home
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A' ghrian 's i gun neul
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The cloudless sun
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A' siaradh a null
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Was shining down
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Ach bha neul 'nar smuain
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But the cloud in our thoughts
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A' toirt bhuainn a beannachd
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Deprived us of all its blessings
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'S gun sunnd gun do shuidh sinn
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And we sat without joy, close together
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Greiseag bheag dlùth
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For a short while
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'S gach flùr a bha mun cuairt
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And every one of the flowers around us
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Gu snuadhmhor fallain
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So beautiful and healthy
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Chuir agus dh' àraich
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Her own hands had planted
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A làmhan le mùirn
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And reared with joy
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O nach truagh i bhith falbh
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Oh how sad that she must go away
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'S 'ga fàgail uile
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And leave them all behind
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Mo ròsain luraich
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My lovely little rose
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Ò nach fuirich thu leam
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Won't you stay with me?
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Sheall i le truas
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As she looked with regret
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Air an tuar 'san coltas
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On all that beauty
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Is mhothaich i 'n cràdh
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She noticed the pain
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A bha 'na mo shùil
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That was in my eyes
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Ach 'se thuirt i rium
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But she only said
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"Tha na ròsan maiseach
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"The lovely roses are losing
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A' call an lannair ann
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Their bloom in the shadow
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An dubhar a' chùil
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Of the back of the garden
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'S nuair a sheargas am blàth
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And when their blossoms wither
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Tog an àird iad uile
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Lift them all
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Is cuir iad an àit
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And plant them somewhere
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Far am faic iad a' ghrian
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Where they can see the sun
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Is chì thu 'san t-samhradh
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And then in summer you will see them
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Greann am maise
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In all their beauty
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Ach a ghaoil, chan fhaic mis' iad
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But darling, I won't see them
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'S mi 'n impis bhith triall"
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For I must soon pass on"
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Shuidh i ri m' thaobh
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She sat beside me
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Aig cùl ar dachaigh
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Behind our home
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A' ghrian 's i gun neul
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The cloudless sun
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A' siaradh a null
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Was shining down
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Ach bha neul 'nar smuain
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But the cloud in our thoughts
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A' toirt bhuainn a beannachd
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Deprived us of all its blessings
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'S gun sunnd gun do shuidh sinn
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And we sat without joy, close together
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Greiseag bheag dlùth
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For a short while
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