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English Translation
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Soraidh bhuam gu Eilean Bharraigh
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Greetings to the Isle of Barra
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Far an d' fhuair mi'm t-aran og
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Where I was nurtured as a child
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Far am bith nan sgothan sgadain
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Where the herring boats
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A tighinn dhachaigh le'n trom lod
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Come home with their heavy load
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B'aluinn sealladh orr' an tacadh
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What a beautiful sight with all their rigging
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Le siuil chairte cruaidh mu sroin
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And their sails pulled tight on the bow
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Tighinn a steach do Bagh a Chaisteal
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Coming in to Castlebay
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'S gillean sgairteal unnd air bord
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With the strong boys an board
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Tha seann mharnlaiche nan gaillion
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The old weather forecaster of the storm
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Heathabhal le claigionn lom
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Heathaval with its bare head
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A cuir fios a h-uile madainn
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Sending word of bad weather
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Dh'ionnsaidh maraichean nan tonn
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To the sailors of the deep
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'S ged a bhiodh iad air a chuan
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And although they would be far out to sea
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A tarraing lion nan dubhan crom
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Drawing nets with the fishing hooks
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'S cinnteach iad gun tig an cunnart
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They can be sure there will be danger
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Nuair th'ann cubhrachd air a ceann
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When her peaks are covered in mist
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Be mo mhiann bhi'n talla dannsa
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It is my wish to be in the dance hall
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Na'm do'n phiob bhith cuir gu ceol
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Where the pipes would be playing
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Gille gleusda gleusadh sionnsair
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The sharp lad tuning the chanter
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'S cha b'ann meall a bhiodh a mheoir
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And his fingers would not be slow
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Bhiodh gach maighdean bhanail bhannda
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Every lovely young maiden
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'Si air laimh aig gallan og
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On the arm of a gent
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Cumail tim le grinneas bhain-tighearn'
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Keeping time with the grace of a lady
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Null 'sa nall air urlar bhord
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Backwards and forwards over the dance floor
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Ged is beannach greanach fiadhaich
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Although it is hilly, rugged and wild
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Barraigh riobhach bheag nan ob
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Lovely little Barra of the inlets
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Leams' cha bhith i le cho breagha
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To me it could not be any more beautiful
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Ged bhiodh a creagan liath nan or
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If its gray rocks were made of gold
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Aite taimh nam fiuran fialaidh
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A place where the kind-hearted gallant men live
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'Is na nionag mhaiseach og
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And the pretty young maidens
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Cha do sheas fo bhrat na h-iarmailt
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Never have stood beneath the sky
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Daoine riamh cho ciatach coir
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Kinder and more hospitable people
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Barraigh Chiar nan iasgair sar mhath
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Gray Barra of the exceptional fishermen
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Sheoladh ard air bharr nan stuagh
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Who would sail on the high waves
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'S fhada cian o'n chaidh an fhagail
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Long since have their young
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Thoirt do'n al aice mar dhuais
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Been accustomed to leaving
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'S gus an sguir an lionadh mara
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Until the tides stop
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Leantainn rian na gealaich shuas
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Being controlled by the moon
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Bi a bhuaidh ud aig na Barraich
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The Barra people will have that victory
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Urram maraichean an tonn
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Respected sailors of the sea
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Urram maraichean an tonn
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Respected sailors of the sea
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Urram maraichean an tonn
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Respected sailors of the sea
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Bi a bhuaidh ud aig na Barraich
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The Barra people will have that victory
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Urram maraichean an tonn
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Respected sailors of the sea
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