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English Translation
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O's gur tursach, tursach mi
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Oh I would be very sad indeed
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Nam bitheadh mo dhuil ri triall
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If I expected to go away from you
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A Uidhist nam beann arda
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Uist of the high hills
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'Sann thugad tha mo mhiann
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Because I love you
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Gur og a fhuair mi m'arach ann
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I was reared there as a very young infant
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Nam phaisde beag gun chiall
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Before reaching the use of reason
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Is boidheach leam do thraghannan
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I delight in your beaches
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Is gair a' Chuain an Iar
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And the roar of the Atlantic
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'S nuair theid mi chun a' mhachaire
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And when I go to the machair
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Air feasgar samhraidh ciuin
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On a calm summer's evening
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'Sna neoineanan cho cubhraidh
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With flowers so fragrant
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'San suilean duint' fon driuchd
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Closed under the dew
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Nuair a sheallain ri Loch Hallain
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When I look at Loch Hallan
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'Sna bric ri traigh a' leum
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With trout rising close to the shore
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Bu phaillt an eala bhan ann
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The white swan was plentiful there
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'S na h-eoin a' snamh na deidh
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With its brood swimming close behind
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'S nuair dhireas mi Cnoc Hallain
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And when I go up to Hallan Hill
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'S a sheallas mi mun cuairt
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And look around me
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Mo chompanaich 's mo chairdean
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I think of friends and relations
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S cuid dhuibh a' cnamh san uaigh
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Some of whom are decaying in the grave
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Nuair shuidhinn air a gharradh
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When I would sit on the wall
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'S mi coimhead far na bruaich
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And gaze from the bank
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Mi smaointean air an t-saoghal
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My thoughts would be on the world
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'Sna daoine gan toirt bhuainn
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And how people are being taken away from us
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'S their mise 'n clui do Dhalabrog
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And I will give the highest praise to Daliburgh
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'Sna bheil ann sean is og
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And to all who live there, young and old
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Ged's iomadh ait' dhen t-saoghal
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Although there are many places in the world
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Sam faodainn-sa bhith beo
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Where I could live
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Gur ann bu tric a bhuach'llich mi
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There I often herded cattle
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An spreidh ri bruaich nan lon
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On the banks of the pools
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S na laoigh bheag' air theadhraichean
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While the little calves were tethered
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A'leum air cheann nan rop
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Leaping about at the ends of the ropes
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Ach sgiuridh mi dhen oran seo
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But I will end this song
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'S dhem ghoraiche gun bhuaidh
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And my vain chatter
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Thaobh's gu bheil an oig agam
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Since I am still young
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Cha choir dhomh bhith fo ghruam
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I ought not to be depressed
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'S ged gheibhinn aois a liathadh mi
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And even if I live to such an age that I become gray-headed
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'S a bheireadh dhiom a ghruag
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Or even lose my hair
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Cha leig mi chaoidh a dhoichuimhn'
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I shall never allow myself to forget
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Uidhist ghrianach nan gleann uain'
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Sunny Uist of the green glens
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