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Lyrics:
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English Translation:
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Chunnaic mi 'n Coire haoi ò,
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I saw the Corrie, haoi o,
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deas 's i fo h-h-uidheam, ho ro!
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elegent in full sail, ho ro!
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Thog sinn a-mach air a' mhachair uaine,
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We made our way out across the green plain,
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dh'fhuar sinn a' Gharbhaird ghaibheachd, ghruamach
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we weathered the tempestuous, gloomy Garvel,
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leum on iardheas sìontan cruaidh oirnn,
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hard squalls set upon us from the south west,
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haoi ò, 's i 'n Coire a bh'ann;
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haoi o, it was the Corrie!
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Thog i a ceann ri ceann nam fuarthonn,
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She raised her head against the cold wave heads,
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's tè dhibh chaol, ni gaoir na gluasad,
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the black slender one who wails as she moves,
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thog i seinn is rinn i ruathar,
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she sang aloud and forged ahead,
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's i 'n Coire fhèinn a bh'ann!
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it was the Corrie herself!
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Chunnaic mi 'n Coire haoi ò,
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I saw the Corrie, haoi o,
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deas 's i fo h-h-uidheam, ho ro!
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elegent in full sail, ho ro!
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Shìn i a sgòd le cruas na cruadhach,
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She stretched her sheet with the rigidity of steel,
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Shìn i taobh ri taobh nam stuadhan
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she stretched her flank to the flank of the waves,
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shìn i ceum a cheumadh chuantan
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she stretched her step to step over oceans,
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haoi ò, 's i 'n Coire a bh'ann
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haoi o, it was the Corrie,
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Bhuail i beum le beul 's i tuairgneadh
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She gave a whatch with her mouth, buffeting,
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thug i sad li sgar a guailne,
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She struck a blow with the joint of her shoulder,
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gheà rr i leòn le sròin 's i luasgan,
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She carved out a gash with her nose as she rolled,
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's i 'n Coire fhèinn a bh'ann!
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it was the Corrie herself!
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Chunnaic mi 'n Coire haoi ò,
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I saw the Corrie, haoi o,
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deas 's i fo h-h-uidheam, ho ro!
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elegent in full sail, ho ro!
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Eilean Aoidh, gum b'aoibh a nuallan,
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At Eilean Aoidh, joyful was her roaring,
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Aird MhicLaomainn a gaoir gum b' uaibhreach,
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at Ardlamont, her howling was haughty,
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Os cionn na h-Innse sheinn i duanag,
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up off Inchmarnock she sang a ditty,
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haoi ò, 's i 'n Coire a bh'ann!
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haoi o, it was the Corrie,
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Cha robh nar sùileann ach smùid a srà can,
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We could see only the smoke from her blows,
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cathadh is siabhann o chìr nam bà irlinn,
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spindrift and spray from teh crest of the waves,
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cha robh nam cluais ach fuaim a stà irneil,
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we could hear only the sound of her bellowing,
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's i 'n Coire fhèin a bh'ann!
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it was the Corrie herself!
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