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English Translation
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Gu bheil mi 'm ònrachd 's a' choille ghruamach
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I am alone in the gloomy wood
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Mo smaointinn luaineach, cha tog mi fonn
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My mind is restless, I cannot raise a tune
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Fhuair mi 'n t-àite seo 'n aghaidh nàduir
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I found this place unnatural
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Gu'n thréig gach tàlanta 'bha nam cheann
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And my mind's every talent has deserted me
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Cha dèan mi òran a chur air dòigh ann
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It cannot create a song for me
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Nuair nì mi tòiseachadh bidh mi trom
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When I begin one, I am filled with sorrow
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Chaill mi 'Ghàidhlig seach mar a b'àbhaist dhomh
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My Gaelic is nothing compared to what it was
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Nuair a bha mi 's an dùthaich thall
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When I was in yonder country
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Chan fhaigh mi m'inntinn leam ann an òrdugh
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I can't get my mind in order
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Ged bha mi eòlach air dèanamh rann
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Though I was acquainted with fashioning verse
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'S e 'mheudaich bròn dhomh 's a lùghdaich sòlas
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I have no one to whom to whom I can speak
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Gun duine còmhl' rium a nì rium cainnt
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And this increases sorrow and lessens joy
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Gach latha 's oidhche 's gach car a nì mi
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Each day and night and everything I do
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Gu'm bi mi cuimhneachadh anns gach àm
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Recalls to my mind
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An tìr a dh'fhàg mi tha 'n taic an t-sàile
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The land that I left, dependent on the sea
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Ged tha mi'n dràsd' ann am bràighe ghleann
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Though I am now at the head of a glen
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Gur h-iomadh caochladh tigh'nn air an t-saoghal
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Many changes come over the world
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'S ro-bheag a shaoil mi'n uair bha mi thall
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And little did I think of them when I was over there
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Bu bheachd domh nuair sin mu'n d'rinn mi gluasad
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I though then, before I emigrated
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Gu'm fàsainn uasal nuair thiginn nall
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That I would grow prosperous when I came here
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An car a fhuair mi cha b'ann gu'm bhuannachd
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The course I took was not to my gain
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Tigh'nn thar a' chuain air a chuairt 'bha meallt
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Crossing the ocean on a misleading journey
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Gu tír nan craobh anns nach eil an t-saorsainn
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To the land of trees where there's no freedom
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Gun mhàrt, gun chaora, 's mi dh'aodach gann
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Without cattle, without sheep, and short of clothes
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Chan fhaigh mi innse dhuibh anns an dàn seo
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I can't tell you in this poem
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Cha dèan no nàdur a chur air dòigh
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My mind won't put together
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Gach fios a b'àill leam 'thoirt do na càirdean
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Each piece of information I wish to convey to my friends
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'S an tìr a dh'fhàg mi 'rinn m'àrach òg
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In the land I left, where I was reared
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Gach aon a leughas e tuigibh reusan
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May everyone who reads it understand reason
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'S na tugaibh éisdeachd do luchd a' bhòsd
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And not listen to the boastful ones
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Na fàidhean bréige a bhios 'gur teumadh
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The lying prophets who wound you
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Gun aca spéis dhibh ach déigh 'ur n-òir
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Who have no regard for you, but for your gold
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Ged bhithin dichiollach ann an sgriobhadh
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Though I were diligent in my writing
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Gu 'n gabhainn mìosa ris agus còrr
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I would take a month and more
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Mu 'n cuirinn crioch air na bheil air m'inntinn
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To finish what is on my mind
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'S mu'n tugainn dhuibh e le cainnt' mo bheoil
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And deliver it to you in my own words
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Tha mulad diomhair an deigh mo lìonadh
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A secret sadness has filled me
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Bho'n is eiginn strìochdadh an seo ri'm bheo
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Since I must surrender to this place forever
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Air bheag thoil-inntinn 's a choille chruinn seo
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With little contentment in this dense forest
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Gun duine foighneachd an seinn mi céol
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Where no one asks me to sing a song
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