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English Translation
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'S trom an luchd so th' air m' inntinn
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This load on my mind now lies heavy
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Agus m' uirsgeul r' a innse gur truagh
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And wretched's the news I've to tell
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Thriall mo shùgradh 's mo mhànran
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Gone my joy and diversion
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Lìon tùise 'na àite mi 's gruaim
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Replaced by fullness of sadness and gloom
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Tha mo choill air a maoladh
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My wood stripped of its foliage
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'S nì soilleir a shaoil air mo ghruaidh
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Clear marks have been left on my cheeks
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'S tearc mo shocair r' a fhaotainn
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Peace seldom comes near me
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O' n là ghlacadh le aog thu cho luath
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Since the day that death snatched you too soon
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'S ann a' cheud là do 'n earrach
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On the first day of Springtime
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Bhuail an t-eug orm, an spealadair lom
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Death struck me, scyther he is
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Bhrist air ubhlan mo ghàrraidh
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Destroying my apples
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Leag e m' abhall fo bhlàth bharr a bhonn
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Cutting blossoming tree at the root
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Riumsa bhuin e neo-fharasd
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It dealt painfully with me
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Nuair thug e uam Alasdair Donn
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Taking brown-haired Alasdair away
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Mo chruas iomart 's mo charrachd
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Source of skill in the contest
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'S truagh dhuinne nach tearainn sinn bonn
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Alas, no longer a coin I can patch
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'Se do chàradh fo eislig
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The fact of you shrouding
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Rinn mo chràladh fo asnach mo chlèibh
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Has brought pain to me under my ribs
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Chuir mo chrìdh as a chochall
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Tore at my heart from its casing
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Chor 's nach suidhich e socair 'na dhèidh
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And it cannot lie quietly again
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Gura luaithe e le bhuillean
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Its beatings come faster
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Na mar ghluaiseas an duilleach air ghèig
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Than the movement of leaves on the tree
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Chaidh mo shlàinte gu mearan
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Turning health to delirium
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Chan eil feum bhith 'ga ghearan ri lèigh
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There's no point in complaints to a leech
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Thriall gach socair bha agam
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All my comfort has gone
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Chaidh mo chòmhnaidh 's mo chadal an lugh'id
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My repose and sleep have diminished
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Tha leann-dubh agus airtneal
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Sorrow and distress
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Gam tharruing gu leabadh nam shlaod
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Drag me languidly to my bed
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'Gam shìor ruagadh 'nam shlapan
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Ever pursuing me, feeble
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Dh' aindeoin cruadail na tapaidh g' am faod
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Despite my customary manliness
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Tha mo ghuala gun taice
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My shoulder is without support
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O'n là bhuaileadh tu 'shlacan an aoig
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Since the day you were struck by the wand of death
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