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English Translation
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Tha mo spiorad cianail
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My spirit is mournful
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Gach latha tha 's a'bhliadhna
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Each day of the year
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'S e dh'hàg mi òg ri liathadh
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My hair has grayed early
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Nach fhaod mi triall do chladaichean
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Since I cannot travel your shores
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Cha chluinn mi sàl ri m' chliadhaich
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I do not hear the sea at my side
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A tràthadh no ri lìonadh
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Ebbing and flowing
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'S na bàtaichean ri iasgach
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Nor the fishing boats
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Gu rianail mu do chamusan
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Dotted around your bays
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Chan fhaic mi stamh neo maorach
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I do not see seaweed, shellfish
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No'n duilisg milis craobhach
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Or the sweet branching dulse
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Ged 's tric a bha mi crùbach
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Though often I bent down
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Gam buain bheir taobh nan carachan
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To collect them from the rocks
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'S an fheasgar ceòthar bàghach
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And on a misty morning
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Nì an t-eadhar seòladh sàmhach
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In a bay the boat sails quietly
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Cha chluinn mi fuaim nan ràmh aic'
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I will not hear the sound of their oars
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Neo fuaim an t-sàl mu'n toiseachs' aic'
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Nor the sound of the sea before them
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Cha chluinn mi diog nan clèibh aic'
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I will not hear the creaking of their creels
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Nuair bhios iad a'toirt an èisg asd
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When they take the fish from them
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'S na balaich bheag' ag èigheach
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And the little boys shouting
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A'ruith 's a'leum 's iad cas-ruisgte
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Running and jumping barefoot
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Tha mo spiorad cianail
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My spirit is mournful
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Gach latha tha 's a'bhliadhna
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Each day of the year
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'S e dh'hàg mi òg ri liathadh
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My hair has grayed early
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Nach fhaod mi triall do chladaichean
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Since I cannot travel your shores
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