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Ho Ro 'S Toigh Leam Fhin Thu |
| Credits : | Traditional |
| Appears On : | Bho Thìr Nan Craobh |
| Language : | Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic) |
| Other Versions : | " Ho-ro 'S Toigh Leam Fhìn Thu " on Mackenzie's album Camhanach |
| Lyrics : | English Translation : |
| Sèist : | Chorus (after each verse) : |
| Ho ro 's toigh leam fhìn thu | Horo, I do love you |
| A rìbhinn as bòidhche | Most beautiful maiden |
| 'S an gaol a thug mi fhìn dhuit | The love that I gave you |
| Cha dhìobrainn air òr e | I wouldn't forsake for gold |
| Ho ro 's toigh leam fhìn thu | Horo, I do love you |
| Gu'n d'thug mi gion 'us gràdh dhuit | I gave to you great love |
| A Mhàiri nighean Dòmhnaill | Mary, daughter of Donald |
| 'S na'm faighinn toil do chàirdean | If I had your family's permission |
| Gun dàil dhèanainn pòsadh | I would marry you without delay |
| 'S na'm faighinn toil do chàirdean | If I had your family's permission |
| Gun dàil dhèanainn pòsadh | I would marry you without delay |
| Na'm faighinn cead na cléire | With the permission of the clergy |
| 'S tu-fhéin a bhi deònach | And yourself to be willing |
| Toil d'athair is do mhàthair | The permission of your father and your mother |
| 'S do chàirdean mar chòmhla | And your family with them |
| 'S gu'n cluinntemaid 'gar n-eubhach | And we'd hear our bans called |
| 'S an teampull Di-dòmhnaich | In the church on Sunday |
| 'S gu'n cluinntemaid 'gar n-eubhach | And we'd hear our bans called |
| 'S an teampull Di-dòmhnaich | In the church on Sunday |
| 'S chuireamaid an cruaidh-shnaoim | And we'd tie a tight knot |
| Nach fhuasgail na meòirean | That fingers could not loosen |
| O ciamar bheirinn fuath dhuit | Oh how could I dislike you |
| 'S tu luaidh nam ban òga | You are the most dear of the young women |
| Troigh chuimir am bròig ùir thu | With feet so shapely in new shoes |
| Nach lùbadh am feòirnean | That they won't bend the blades of grass |
| Troigh chuimir am bròig ùir thu | With feet so shapely in new shoes |
| Nach lùbadh am feòirnean | That they won't bend the blades of grass |
| 'S mur dèan mi do bhuannachd | And if I don't win you |
| 'S i 'n uaigh m'àite còmhnuidh | The grave will be my resting place |