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English Translation
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh
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Great is my distress as I steer her
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'S i long mhòr nan tri chruinn ur i
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The big ship of three new masts
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'S ged is taitneach leam a cùrsa
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And though her course is a pleasant one
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B'annsa bhi sugradh ri'm cheud-ghaol
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I'd rather be sporting with my first love
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh
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Great is my distress as I steer her
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Tha mi nochd a'dol a shéoladh
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Tonight I set sail
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'S beag mo shunnd ri gabhail òrain
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I'm in no mood for singing songs
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'N fhairge domhain 's a'ghaoth còmhl' ris
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The deep sea, together with the wind
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'Stroiceadh nan séol as a cheile
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Tearing the sails from each other
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh
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Great is my distress as I steer her
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Gur e mise tha gu brònach
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I am filled with sorrow
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Moch 's a mhadainn deanamh òran
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In the early morning, composing a song
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Fuaim nan tonn an deidh mo leònadh
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The sound of the waves has wounded me
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'S olc an céol a bhith gan eisdeachd
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As I listen to the mischievous music they make
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh
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Great is my distress as I steer her
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Ma tha thu smaoineachadh a' Mhàiri
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If you think, Mary
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Gur ann gad mhealladh a bha mi
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That I was trying to beguile you
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'S mi nach earba tu ri m'bhràthair
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I would not confide in my brother about you
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Ged 's e mac mo mhàthair fhéin e
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Although he is my own mother's son
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh
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Great is my distress as I steer her
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Sheil is sheid 's dh'at an fhairge
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The waves showered and blew and swelled
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Bha i falbh cho luath ri earba
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The boat moved as fast as a roe deer
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Bhrist a 'centre-bit' na sgealpan
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Her centre-bit broke into splinters
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Stìuir no failm cha deanadh feum dhi
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Neither rudder nor helm was any use to her
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh
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Great is my distress as I steer her
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'S ma 's e fear thu theid a dh'Ile
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And if you will go to Islay
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Ni mi lìtir bhàn a' sgriobhadh
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I will compose a letter on white paper
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Dh'ionnsaigh maltag nan suil mìogach
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To the gentle girl of the smiling eyes
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B'òg a thug mi fhéin mo spéis dhi
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I was young when I gave her my affection
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh
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Great is my distress as I steer her
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'S i long mhòr nan tri chruinn ur i
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The big ship of three new masts
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'S ged is taitneach leam a cùrsa
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And though her course is a pleasant one
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B'annsa bhi sugradh ri'm cheud-ghaol
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I'd rather be sporting with my first love
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh
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Great is my distress as I steer her
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