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English Translation
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Hi ho ro, mo ghruagach dhonn
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Hi ho ro, my brown-haired lass
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'S ann ort fhèin a dh'fhàs an loinn
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Whose beauty becomes more beguiling
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Dh'fhàg siud acaid na mo chom
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The deep love I have for you
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An gaol cho trom 's a ghabh mi ort
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Has left me sorely wounded
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Fhuair mi do litir Dimàirt
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Your letter arrived on Tuesday
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Dh'innseadh dhòmhsa mar a bha
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Telling of what was to be
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Gu robh thu a' tighinn gun dàil
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It told that your ship would arrive
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A-mach air bàta Ghlaschu
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In Glasgow without delay
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Nuair a leugh mi mar a bha
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When I read this
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Ghabh mi sìos am Brumalà
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I immediately headed for the Broomielaw
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Chunnaic mi a' tighinn am bàt'
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I saw the ship approach
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'S an t-àilleagan, an ainnir, innt'
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Carrying the jewel, the maiden
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Nuair a shìn mi mach mo làmh
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When I held out my hand
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Thionndaidh thu le fiamh a' ghàir'
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You turned with a slight smile
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'S labhair thu facal no dhà
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And uttered a couple of words
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Dh'fhàg iomadh tràth gun chadal mi
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Which left me sleepless many nights
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'S ann ort fhèin tha ghruag a' fàs
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You have the loveliest hair
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Cha dubh 's cha ruadh is cha bhàn
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Neither black, nor red, nor fair
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Ach mar an t-òr as àille snuadh
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But the color of the most beautiful gold
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Gu buidhe, dualach, camalagach
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Yellow, braided and curled
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Dhèanainn sgrìobhadh dhut le peannt
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I would write for you with a pen
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'S dhèanainn treabhadh dhut le crann
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And I would cultivate for you with a plow
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'S dhèanainn sgiobair dhut air luing
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And I would captain a ship for you
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Air nighean donn nam meall-shùilean
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Brown-haired lass of the deceiving eyes
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Meòir is grinn thu air an t-snàth
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You are skilled at working wool
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No cur peannt air pàipear bàn
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And at writing on blank paper
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Ach ma chaidh thu null thar sàil
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But if you have gone overseas
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Dh'Astràilia, mo bheannachd leat
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To Australia, good-bye to you
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Cha bhi mi tuilleadh fo leòn
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I will no longer be in despair
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Glacaidh mi tè ùr air spòig
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I'll grab a new one by the hand
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Solamh bu ghlice bha beò
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Solomon, the wisest man who lived
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Bha aige mòran leannanan
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Had many sweethearts
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Hi ho ro, mo ghruagach dhonn
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Hi ho ro, my brown-haired lass
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'S ann ort fhèin a dh'fhàs an loinn
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Whose beauty becomes more beguiling
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Dh'fhàg siud acaid na mo chom
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The deep love I have for you
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An gaol cho trom 's a ghabh mi ort
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Has left me sorely wounded
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