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English Translation
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Chorus (after each verse)
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Ochòin a rì 's i mo rìbhinn donn
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Alas oh Lord, she is my brown-haired maiden
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Dh'fhag mi fo mhì-ghean 'us m'inntinn trom
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Who left me sad and down-spirited
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Gur e a bòichead a rinn mo leònadh
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'Twas her beauty that wounded me
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'S cha bhi mi beò gun mo ribhinn donn
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And I cannot live without my brown-haired maiden
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Is truagh an dràsda nach robh mi'm bhàrd
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'Tis a pity just now that I was not a bard
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A ghleusadh clàrsach 's a sheinneadh dàn
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Who could tune a harp and sing a song
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'S gun innsinn buadhan na maighdinn uasail
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And I would relate the virtues of the proud maiden
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Mu' bheil mo smuaintean gach oidhche 's là
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For whom my thoughts are each night and day
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Mar chanach mòintich tha cneas mo luaidh
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Like moorland bog-cotton is my dear one's skin
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Dearg mar chaorann tha dreach a gruaidh
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Red like the rowan is the color of her cheeks
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A beus 's a nàdur mar neòinean màlda
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Her virtue and nature like the modest daisy
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No sòbhrag dh'fhàsas fo sgàil nam bruach
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Or a primrose that grows in the shadow of the banks
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Gur bòidheach dualach an cuailean mìn
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How neat, curled is the smooth hair
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A th'air a' ghruagaich a bhuair mo chrìdh'
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Of the maid who troubled my heart
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Gur binne còmhradh na guth na smeòraich
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Her conversation is sweeter than the song of the thrush
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'S tha mise brònach on dh'fhàg i mi
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And I am sad since she left me
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Ged tha mo ghrian-sa a' triall fo sgleò
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Though my own has disappeared under a cloud
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'S mise 'm bliadhna mar ian 's a cheò
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And I am this year like a bird in the mist
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Togaidh an sgàile 's ni ise deàrrsadh
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The shadow will lift and she will shine
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'S gu'm faigh mi slàinte gach là ri'm bheò
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And I will have health each day of my life
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