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English Translation
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S' mithich dhòmhsa tòiseachadh
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It is timely for me to begin
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Is m' òran chur an céill
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And compose my song
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Gur fhada bhon bu chòir dha
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It is long since it
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Bhi ann an òrdugh réidh
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Should have been put in order
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Tha m' inntinnsa cho luaineach
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My mind is as restless
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Ri gaoith tuath air bhàrr nan geug
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As the north wind on top of the branches
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Ma s' e gum pòs a' ghruagach
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As the maiden has married
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Tha shuas ann an Gleann Éit'
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From Gleann Eit
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Gur bòidheach leam a dh'fhàs thu
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You grew so beautiful to me
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Bho d' bhàrr gu sàil do bhuinn
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From the top of your head to the heel of your foot
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Chan eil cron ri àireamh ort
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You have no fault to enumerate
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'S tu bean an nàduir grinn
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You are a woman of a charming nature
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Nar mhealamsa mo shlàinte
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May I not enjoy my health
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Mur b' fheàrr leam na bhi 'm rìgh
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I would prefer that I was a king
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Cead bhi laidhe làimh riut
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With permission to lie beside you
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Mo làmh fo' d' mhuineal màn
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My arm under your fine neck
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Gur lìonmhor mais ri' h-aithris
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There are many beauties to enumerate
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Air an ainnir is math snuadh
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About the lass and her fine complexion
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Do shlios geal mar an caineal
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Your side, white like the __
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No mar eala nan tonn uain'
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Or like a swan on top of the green waves
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Shiubhail mi bho 'n Apuinn
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I traveled from Appin
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A mach gu Uisge Chluaidh
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Out to the Clyde
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'S bean t' aogais anns an astar sin
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And a woman of your countenance
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Cha'n fhaca mis', a luaidh
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I did not see, love
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Tha falt bachlach bòidheach ort
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You have beautiful curly hair
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Air dhath an òir 'na dhuail
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With the color of gold on your braid
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Gur fiamhach sgiamhach, òrbhuidh e
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It appears beautiful, golden
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'An òrdugh ann an cuaich
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Arranged in ringlets
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Bha m' inntinnsa làn sòlais
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My mind was full of light
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'Nuair bha mi chòmhnuidh shuas
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When I was living up there
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'S a nise bho 'n a dh'fhàg mi e
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Now that I have left
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Chan eil mo thàmh ach truagh
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My rest is but poor
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Tha nìonagan an àite seo
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The girls of this place
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Ri tàir orm gu mòr
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Insult me a great deal
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G'un d' thuirt iad rium am bachelor
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They call the "bachelor"
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'S gu bheil mi sean gu leòir
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That I am plenty old
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Ach cha b' i 'n aois a liath
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But it isn't age
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Mo chiabhagan cho mòr
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That has made mustach so gray
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Ach sìoban na tonn dubh ghorm
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But the drifts of the blue-black waves
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A' tighinn bho chùl nan seòl
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Coming from behind the sails
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Gur lìonmhor anns an àite seo
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There are many in this place
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Mo nàimhdean bho chionn greis
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My enemies since a while
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A chionn gu'n d' thug mi gràdh
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Because I gave my love
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Dh'an nighean bhàin tha' n Dail-an Eas
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To the fair maid from Dalness
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Tha fleasgaich anns an àite seo
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The young men in this place
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'S gum b' fheàrr leo gun robh mis'
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Would prefer if I was
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'An iomall domhain fad air falbh
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At the edge of the world, far away
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Gun earbsa ri tighinn às
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With no means of coming back
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Ged a bhithinn fad air falbh
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Although I would be far away
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Bhiodh m' earbsa ri tighinn as
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I would have means of coming back
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A shealltainn air mo ghràdh
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To look on my love
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An nigh'nn bhàn a's àillidh dreach
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The fair maid and her elegant appearance
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Chan eil e anns an àl seo
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It is not in this generation
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No 's an àl a thig am dhéigh
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Nor in the generation to come after me
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Bean do mhais' a Mhàiri
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A woman of your beauty, Mary
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'S tu a's àille tha fo 'n ghréin
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You are the most beautiful under the sun
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'S ìseal a thuit m' inntinnsa
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My mind has fallen low
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Cha dìrich i ri m' bheò
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And it cannot bring me to life
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A chaoidh cha dean mi innseadh
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I have never told
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An nì sin tha 'gam leòn
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The thing that has wounded me
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Gus an téid mo thiodhlaiceadh
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Until I am buried
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'An cistidh dhìonaich bhòrd
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In a secure board coffin
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Cha tréig mi gaol na h-ìghneige
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I will not abandon my love of the girl
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Dh'fhàg m' inntinn trom fo leòn
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Who has left my mind heavy, wounded
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