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English Translation
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Bu chaomh leam bhi siubhal
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I love to be wandering
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Bhi siubhal, sa siubhal
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And wandering, and wandering
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Bu chaomh leam bhi siubhal
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I love to go wandering
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Thar mullach Rudh' Stòir
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Across the summit of Rhu Stoer
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Bu chaomh leam bhi ghluasad
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I love to be moving
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Sa dearc mu na bruachan
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And looking amongst the braes
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Far na chleachd mi bhi cluaineis
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Where I used to play
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Gun uallach no bròn
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Without care or sorrow
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'S e bhi siubhal an aonaich
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Traversing the slope
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A' sireadh nam caorach
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Searching for sheep
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An obair bu chaomh leam
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The work I loved when
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'S mi aotrom is òg
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I was light-hearted and young
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Ach 's ann tha mi nis aosmhor
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But now I am old
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'S chan urra 's chan fhaod mi
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And I cannot and must not
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Ged is tric tha mo smaointean
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Though often my thoughts
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Air aonach Rudh' Stòir
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Are on the slopes of Rhu Stoer
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Air dhomh èirigh 's a' mhadainn
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On rising in the morning
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Gun chùram, gun chabhaig
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Without care or hurry
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'S de lite 's de bhainne
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Of porridge and milk
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Gun gabhainn mo leòr
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I would take my fill
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'S le mo chù aig mo chasan
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And with my dog at my feet
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Agus m'aghaidh ri beallach
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And my face to the hill
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Chan iarrainn bhi agam
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I would ask for nothing
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Ach bat' bhi nam dhòrn
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But a crook in my hand
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Chuirinn m'uchd ris gach bruthaich
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I'd set my face to the slope
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Gu sunndach 's gu subhach
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Cheerfully and happily
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A' dol sìos gus a' Rudha
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Going down to the Rhu
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Troimh an Chlaismhor
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Through Clashmore
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Air neo suas Cnoc an Easain
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Or else up through Cnoc an Easain
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Os cinn Clais an easaidh
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Above Clashnessie
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Agus chithinn du deas dhiom
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And I'd see to the south of me
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Gu ruig a' Bheinn Mhòr
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As far as Ben Mòr
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Ach 's cianail mar thachair
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But it is sad what has happened
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Bho'n uair ud an Assainn
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Since that time in Assynt
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An sluagh dhòmh a b'aithne
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The people I knew
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Air feadh Rudh' a' Stòir
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Around Rhu Stoer
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Tha chuid mhòr dhiubh san talamh
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Most of them are under the ground
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'S am beagan tha maireann
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And the few that remain
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Tha iad crùbach, lag, lapach
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They are lame, weak, frail
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Agus bacach gun treòir
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Disabled and feeble
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Bu chaomh leam bhi siubhal
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I love to be wandering
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Bhi siubhal, sa siubhal
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And wandering, and wandering
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Bu chaomh leam bhi siubhal
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I love to go wandering
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Thar mullach Rudh' Stòir
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Across the summit of Rhu Stoer
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Bu chaomh leam bhi ghluasad
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I love to be moving
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Sa dearc mu na bruachan
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And looking amongst the braes
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Far na chleachd mi bhi cluaineis
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Where I used to play
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Gun uallach no bròn
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Without care or sorrow
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