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'S e mis' bhith fada bho thìr m' eòlais
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Being so far from the land I know
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Chuir le bròn gu gluasad mi
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Is what has stirred me in my sadness
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Bhon tha an cianalas gam leòn
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Because nostalgia wounds me
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Gun eòlaich a bhith mun cuairt orm
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Since there are none around me of the folk I know
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Feuchaidh mi ri teud mo bheòil
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I will touch the harp-strings of my voice
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An cuir i 'n òrdugh duanag dhomh
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To see if it can fashion a little song for me
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Air Uibhist ghleannach, ghorm an fheòir
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About green, grassy Uist of the glens
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'S air pàirt de dhòigh an t-sluaigh a th' ann
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And something of the way of the people who live there
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Mullach Langais nuair a chì mi
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When I see the crest of Langais
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Bheir i inntinn shuaimhneach dhomh
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My spirits rise
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'S aotrom a ghearras mi sìnteag
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My leap will be light
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Dìreadh ris a' ghualainn aic'
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As I climb its shoulder
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Nochdadh sìos ri tìr an aigh
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Looking at the splendid land below me
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'S ri taighean blàth an t-sluaigh a th' ann
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With the houses of the warm-hearted folk who live there
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'S ri Eilean Mhorghaidh air an tràigh
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Seeing Morghaidh on the strand
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Ged 's tric muir-làn 'ga chuartachadh
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The island that the full tide so often goes 'round
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'M Paibeil far an do bhlais mi tràth
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Paible was the place where I first
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Air bàidh na màthair bhuanghradhaich
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Tasted a mother's unfailing love
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Far am fàs an t-eòrna 's fheàrr
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Where the best barley grows
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Gu diasach, gràinneach, dualanach
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Braided, full-eared, rich in grain
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Dh'àraich iomadh laoch gun sgàig
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The place that nutures many a valiant warrior
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'S na bàird a b' fheàrr a chuala sinn
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And the best bards that we have ever heard of
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Bidh e tighinn gum chuimhne ghnàth
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The warmth and kindness I found there
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Gach coibhneas bàidh a fhuair mi ann
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Ever come to my mind
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Bu bhrèagha sealladh sa mhìos Mhàigh
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In the month of May, it was a beautiful sight
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Na raontan làn de ghruagaichean
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To see the fields
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Air an aghaidh fiamh a' ghàire
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Full of smiling girls
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'S air an gàirdean buaraichean
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With spancels on their arms
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Dol dhan bhuailidh leis na laoigh
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Going to the cattle pen with the calves
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Nì geum cho binn 's a chuala sinn
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Who call most sweetly
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An crodh gam freagairt aig a' chuidh'
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And to hear the great lowing of the cows
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'S gum b' àrd a chluinnte nuallraich iad
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At the fold as they answered them
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An Cille Mhoire 'n am an òrduigh
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In Kilmuir at Communion time
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'S an àm nam bòrd a chuartachadh
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When the Communion tables are being served
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Dhìreamaid ri leathad Phòil
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We would climb up Paul's slope
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'S bhiodh sealladh brònach, truasal ann
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And there would be a sad and sorrowful sight
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Sean is òg a' sileadh dheòir
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Young and old weeping
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Air tolmain bhòidheach uainbhratach
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On beautiful hillocks, carpeted in green
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'S a' smaointinn air luchd-dàimh nach beò
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Thinking of loved ones no longer living
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Bhith siud fo 'n fhòd air fuarachadh
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Lying there cold in the ground
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Mnathan ciatach, tosdach, ciallach
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Excellent, sensible, reserved women
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Modhail, rianail, luathlamhach
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Courteous, orderly, skillful
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Càite nise 'n cualas riamh
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Could it be said that niggardliness
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A' spìocaireachd ri fuaite riu'?
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Was ever found in them?
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'S minig a thaisbean iad am fialachd
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Often did they show their generosity
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'S iomadh dhìomh le truacantas
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In many an act of kindness
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Gur tric thug iad don acrach biadh
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Often did they give food to the hungry
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Is àite-dìon bhon fhuachd thoirt dha
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And a warm place to shelter in
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Tìr mo dhaoine, tìr mo ghràidh
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Land of my people, land of my love
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Ged theireadh càch gur duanaidh i
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Although others might say it is a dreary land
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Cha do dhealraich grian air àite
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The sun has never shone
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Leth cho àlainn snuadh rithe
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On a place half as beautiful
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'S ged nach fhaicear innte craobh
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And though it is treeless
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Gu faicear fraoch is luachair innt'
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There are heather and rushes
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Agus muran dubhghorm na raon
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And the dark-green bent grass of the fields there
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'S iad taobh ri taobh gu cuaileanach
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Growing in tresses side by side
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Tha cuid sliabh mar bha iad riamh
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Its sides are as they ever were
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Gu fasgach, feurach, fuaranach
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Sheltered and grassy and full of springs
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Cnocach, gleannach, sgorach, grianach
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With knolls and glens and crevices
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Lusach, riasgach, cruachanach
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Sunny, covered with herbage, tussocky and humped
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Far am faigh a' chaora dìol
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Hillsides where the sheep finds abundance
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'S gun èis gum biadh i h-uan orra
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And where she can feed her lamb without stint
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'S bheir iad daonnan don fhiadh
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Hillsides that give food and drink
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A dheoch, a bhiadh, 's a chluasagan
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And pillows to the deer
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Tha 'n sealladh mu dheireadh den ghrèin
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The last glimpse of the sun
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'S i 'n dèidh gach speur a chuartachadh
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After it has circled the whole sky
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Air fhaicinn na mo dhùthaich fhèin
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May be seen from my land
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'S i moch ag èirigh suas oirre
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Just before it rises again on it
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Crìochnaichidh mi 'n diugh mo sgeul
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I must cut short my account for today
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'S e tìm a ghèill san uair seo dhomh
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Since my time has gone
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'S ged gheibhinn dusan saoghal fèidh
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And even if I lived twelve times as long as a stag
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Cha chuir mi 'n cèill gach buaidh a th' oirr'
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I could not recount all the beauties of Uist
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