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English Translation
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Tha mise fo mhulad 'san am
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I am sorrowful just now
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Chan olar leam dram le sunnd
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I can't drink a dram
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Tha durrag air ghur mo chail
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A maggot has hatched inside me
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A dh'fhiosraich do chach mo run
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And has told my secret to others
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Chan fhaic mi dol seachad air sraid
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I don't see the girl of the bewitching eye
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An cailin bu tlaithe suil
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Passing on the street
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'S e sin a leig m'aigne gu lar
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That's what's laid my spirit on the ground
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Mar dhuilleach o bharr nan craobh
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Like leaves from the top of the trees
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A gruagach as bachlaiche cul
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Woman of the curliest hair
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Tha mise gad ionndrainn mor
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I miss you desperately
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Ma thagh thu deagh aite dhut fhein
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If you choose a good home for yourself
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Mo bheannachd gach re dha d'choir
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My blessings to you evermore
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Tha mise ri osnaich nad dheidh
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I sigh for you
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Mar ghaisgeach an deis a leon
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Like a wounded battle hero
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Na laighe san araich gun fheum
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Lying useless on the field
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'S nach teid anns an t-reap ni's mo
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Never to go into battle again
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'S e dh'fhag mi mar iudmhail iar treud
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It left me like a stray from the flock
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Mar fhear nach toir speis do mhnaoi
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Like a man with no romance in his life
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Do thuras thar chuain fo bhreid
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Your trip overseas in your marriage headdress
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Thug bras shileadh dheur o'm shuil
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Has brought showers of tears from my eyes
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B'fhearr nach mothaichinn fhin
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I wish I had taken no notice of
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Do mhaise, do cheill, 's do chliu
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Your beauty, your reason, and your renown
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No suairceas milis do bheul
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The sweet kindness of your mouth
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'S binne no seis gach ciuil
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Sweeter than any music
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Gach anduin' a chluinneas mo chas
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Every man who hears of my plight
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A'cur air mo nadur fiamh
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Who thinks little of my nature
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A'cantainn nach eil mi ach bard
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Who says I am only a bard
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'S nach cinnich leam dan is fiach
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Who cannot create good poetry
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Mo sheanair ri paigheadh a mhail
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My grandfather paying his rent
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'S m'athair ri maleid riamh
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And my father with his sales case
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Chuireadh iad gearrain an crann
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They could put horses to the plow
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A's ghearainn-sa rann ro chiad
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And I'd compose over a hundred verses
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Cha duisgear leam ealaidh air aill'
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I'll not produce beautiful art
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Cha chuirear leam dan iar doigh
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I'll not put a poem together
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Cha togar leam fonn iar clar
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I'll not raise a tune on the harp
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Cha chluinnear leam gair nan òg
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I'll not hear the laughter of youth
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Cha dirich mi bealach nan ard
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I'll not climb the steep path
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Le suigeart mar bha mi'n tus
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With the joy that I once had
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Ach triallam a chadal gu brath
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But I'll journey, forever to sleep
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Do thalla nam bard nach beo
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In the hall of the dead bards
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