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English Translation
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Chunnaic Rìgh Alba na shuain
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The King of Scotland saw in a dream
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'N aona bhean bu ghile snuadh fòn ghrèin
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The fairest woman under the sun
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'S gum b'fheàrr leis tuiteam dha cion
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And he preferred his heart's desire
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Na còmhradh fir mar bha fhèin
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Than to converse with men like himself
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'S gum b'fheàrr leis tuiteam dha cion
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And he preferred his heart's desire
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Na còmhradh fir mar bha fhèin
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Than to converse with men like himself
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Labhair Fionn-Falaich ri fian
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Fingal said to the champion
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'Thèid mise 'ga h-iarraidh dhuit
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I will go and bring her to you
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Labhair Fionn-Falaich ri fian
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Fingal said to the champion
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'Thèid mise 'ga h-iarraidh dhuit
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I will go and bring her to you
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Mi fhìn 's mo ghille 's mo chù
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Myself, my boy and my dog
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Nar triùir a dh'iarraidh na mnà
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The three of us will go to get the woman
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Mi fhìn 's mo ghille 's mo chù
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Myself, my boy and my dog
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Nar triùir a dh'iarraidh na mnà
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The three of us will go to get the woman
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Seachd seachdainnean is trì mìos
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Seven weeks and three months
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A thùg sinn ri siubhal cuain
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Since we began sailing on the ocean
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Seachd seachdainnean is trì mìos
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Seven weeks and three months
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A thùg sinn ri siubhal cuain
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Since we began sailing on the ocean
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Ma facas fearann neo fonn
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Without seeing dry land
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Aig an dèanadh an long tàmh
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Where our boat could shelter
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Ma facas fearann neo fonn
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Without seeing dry land
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Aig an dèanadh an long tàmh
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Where our boat could shelter
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Steach gu iomall a' chuain ghairbh
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In from the edge of the rough sea
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Chunncas caisteal min-gheal gorm
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We saw a great castle of white and blue
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Steach gu iomall a' chuain ghairbh
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In from the edge of the rough sea
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Chunncas caisteal min-gheal gorm
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We saw a great castle of white and blue
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Bu lìonmhor uinneag is stuagh
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Many were the windows and gables
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Bu lìonmhor air cuach is corn
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Plentiful the cups and goblets
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Bu lìonmhor uinneag is stuagh
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Many were the windows and gables
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Bu lìonmhor air cuach is corn
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Plentiful the cups and goblets
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'N àm dhomh bhith teannadh ri bhun
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As I reached its foot
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Thàinig slabhraidh dhubh an nuas
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A hooked chain descended
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'N àm dhomh bhith teannadh ri bhun
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As I reached its foot
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Thàinig slabhraidh dhubh an nuas
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A hooked chain descended
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Cha d' ghabh mi eagal neo fiamh
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I did not fear or flinch
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Ghabh mi oirre nam ruith suas
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I reached for it, running upwards
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Cha d' ghabh mi eagal neo fiamh
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I did not fear or flinch
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Ghabh mi oirre nam ruith suas
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I reached for it, running upwards
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Chunncas a' bhean bhrèid gheal òg
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I saw the fair white-veiled young woman
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Ann an cathair òir a-staigh
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On a golden throne within
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Chunncas a' bhean bhrèid gheal òg
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I saw the fair white-veiled young woman
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Ann an cathair òir a-staigh
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On a golden throne within
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Stròl dhe'n t-sìoda fo dà bhonn
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A ribbon of silk beneath her feet
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'S bheannaich mise dha ghùis ghil
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And I blessed her fair countenance
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Stròl dhe'n t-sìoda fo dà bhonn
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A ribbon of silk beneath her feet
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'S bheannaich mise dha ghùis ghil
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And I blessed her fair countenance
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'Fhleasgaich a thàinig o'n chuan
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Young man who came from the sea
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'S fuar do bheannachadh oirnn
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Cold is your blessing upon us
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'Fhleasgaich a thàinig o'n chuan
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Young man who came from the sea
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'S fuar do bheannachadh oirnn
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Cold is your blessing upon us
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Teann nall do cheann air mo ghlùin
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Come rest your head on my knee
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'S seinnidh mi dhuit cruit is ceòl
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And I will play you harp music
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Teann nall do cheann air mo ghlùin
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Come rest your head on my knee
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'S seinnidh mi dhuit cruit is ceòl
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And I will play you harp music
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Cruit air uchd an aona-ghil ùir
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A harp on the fairest, fresh lap
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'S guirme sùil 's gile deud
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The bluest eye and the whitest jaw
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Cruit air uchd an aona-ghil ùir
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A harp on the fairest, fresh lap
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'S guirme sùil 's gile deud
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The bluest eye and the whitest jaw
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Thuit esan na shiorram suaint
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He fell into a quiet dreamland
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Dèidh bhith cuartachadh chuain ghairbh
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Having traversed the wild oceans
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Thuit esan na shiorram suaint
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He fell into a quiet dreamland
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Dèidh bhith cuartachadh chuain ghairbh
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Having traversed the wild oceans
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Ghoid i 'n claidheamh geur fo crios
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She stole the sharp sword from its belt
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Thilg i dheth gun fhiosad' an ceann
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And she stealthily cut off his head
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Ghoid i 'n claidheamh geur fo crios
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She stole the sharp sword from its belt
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Thilg i dheth gun fhiosad' an ceann
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And she stealthily cut off his head
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Sin agaibh deireadh mo sgiùil
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That's the end of my story
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'S mar a sheinneadh am Bròn Binn
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And how the Sweet Sorrow is sung
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