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English Translation
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Sèist
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Chorus (after each verse)
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Iù ò ra hiù ò
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Iù ò ra hiù ò
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O hì o hì ò
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O hì o hì ò
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Iù ò ra hiù ò
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Iù ò ra hiù ò
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Gura mise tha fo mhulad
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I am sorrowful
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Air an tullaich ud shuas
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On yonder hillock
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Cha dìrich mi bruach
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I can't climb the embankment
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Cha siubhal mi buan
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I can't travel with vigor
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Cha dean mi ceum còmhnard
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I can't make a steady step
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A' Dhòmhnach na Luain
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On Sunday or Monday
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'S tric mo shùil air a' rubha
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I often watch the point
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Far a' bhruaich ud shuas
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From yonder hill
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Cha n-eil bàt' a thig o 'n rubha
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No boat clears the point
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Nach dubhaich ri m'ghruaidh
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That doesn't darken my countenance
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Na bàt' a thig o 'n chaolas
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No boat comes from the narrows
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Nach caochail mi snuadh
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That doesn't change my expression
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Cha chaidil mi idir
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I will remain sleepless
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Gus an tig na bheil bhuam
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Until I get that which is from me
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Cha n-eil cùmha mo leannain
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It is not lamenting my sweetheart
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A th'air m'aire an ceart uair
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That is on my mind at present
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Ach cùmha nam bràithrean
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But lamenting my brothers
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Cùl fàinneach nan dual
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Of the ringletted hair
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Turas Dhòmhnaill 's Ailein
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Donald and Allan's journey
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Chuir an tainead 'nam gruaidh
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Which has left my cheeks thin
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Tha do phreasain 'nam chiste
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Your presents are in my hope chest
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Rìgh bu mhisde mi 'ad bhuam
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Lord, I was the worst for wanting them
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Tha do bhrògan 'nam chasan
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Your shoes on my feet
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Nì nach laigh orm fuachd
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Which keeps them warm
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Tha do riobaidean sgàrlaid
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Your scarlet ribbons
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A' cuir deàrrsaidh 'nam ghruaidh
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Which make my cheeks shine
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Tha do nèapagain rìomhach
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Your lovely kerchief
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Gùn shìoda chaol buan
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And gown of fine durable silk
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'S truagh leam dìol do chuim cùmhach
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The fate of your shapely form
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Bhi fo mhighean nan stuadh
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To be joyless under the waves
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Agus dìol do chuim chlannaich
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And the fate of your curled tresses
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Bhi 's an fheamainn 'ga luadh
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To be fulled in the seaweed
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