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English Translation
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Oidhche Shamhna dhomh 's mi m'ònar
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Alone on Halloween night
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Smaointich mi gun dianainn òran
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I thought I would compose a song
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'S truagh a Rìgh nach mi bha pòsd'
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It's a pity I wasn't married
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Ri òigear a' chùil dualaich
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To the youth with the curled hair
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Gura h-e mo ghaol an t-òigear
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The young man of the brown hair
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A' chùil duinn 's a' leadain bhòidhich
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And lovely tresses is my darling
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'S mi gu siubhladh leat far m'eòlais
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I would fare with you to unknown places
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Ged tha an còta ruadh ort
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Even though you wear the redcoat
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Chuir thu falt mo chinn gu talamh
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You sent the hair of my head to the ground
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Chuir thu mo ghruaidh dhearg an tainead
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You made my red cheeks thin
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'S truagh nach robh mise 's an anart
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It's a pity that I wasn't in the death shroud
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Mun deachaidh mo luaidh riut
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Before I fell in love with you
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Tha mi nochd a' dol a laighidh
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Tonight, as I go to rest
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'S cinnteach leam gum faic mi aisling
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It's certain I will see a vision
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Thu bhi sìnte ann 'am leabaidh
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You will lay in my bed
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Tacan air a' chluasaig
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For a while on the pillow
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Sèist
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Chorus
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Tha mo rùn air a' ghille
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I love the lad
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'S mór mo dhùil ri thu thilleadh
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Great is my hope for you to return
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'S mi gu siubhladh leat am fireach
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I would travel the moorland with you
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Fo shileadh nam fuar-bheann
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Under the drip of the cold mountains
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Oidhche Shamhna dhomh 's mi m'ònar
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Alone on Halloween night
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Smaointich mi gun dianainn òran
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I thought I would compose a song
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'S truagh a Rìgh nach mi bha pòsd'
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It's a pity I wasn't married
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Ri òigear a' chùil dualaich
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To the youth with the curled hair
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(Sèist)
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(Chorus)
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Gura h-e mo ghaol an t-òigear
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The young man of the brown hair
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A' chùil duinn 's a' leadain bhòidhich
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And lovely tresses is my darling
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'S mi gu siubhladh leat far m'eòlais
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I would fare with you to unknown places
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Ged tha an còta ruadh ort
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Even though you wear the redcoat
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(Sèist)
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(Chorus)
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Chuir thu falt mo chinn gu talamh
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You sent the hair of my head to the ground
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Chuir thu mo ghruaidh dhearg an tainead
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You made my red cheeks thin
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'S truagh nach robh mise 's an anart
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It's a pity that I wasn't in the death shroud
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Mun deachaidh mo luaidh riut
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Before I fell in love with you
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(Sèist)
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(Chorus)
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Ged tha blàth na bric' air d'aodann
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Although your face is scarred by smallpox
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Cha do lughdaich e mo ghaol ort
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It didn't lessen my love for you
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'S mi gu siubhladh leat a' saoghal
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I would travel the world with you
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Nan saoilinn-se do bhuannachd
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If I thought I could win you over
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(Sèist)
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(Chorus)
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Phòsainn thu dh'aindeòin mo chàirdean
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I would wed you in spite of my kin
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Gun toil m'athar, no mo mhàthar
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Without consent from my father or my mother
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Eachann saor a tha mi 'g ràitinn
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I give his name, Hector the carpenter
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Bhon 's e chnàmh a' ghruag dhiom
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Since it's he who has caused the hair to wear from my head
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(Sèist)
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(Chorus)
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Tha mi nochd a' dol a laighidh
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Tonight, as I go to rest
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'S cinnteach leam gum faic mi aisling
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It's certain I will see a vision
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Thu bhi sìnte ann 'am leabaidh
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You will lay in my bed
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Tacan air a' chluasaig
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For a while on the pillow
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(Sèist...)
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(Chorus...)
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