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English Translation
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Sèist
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Chorus (after each verse)
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Òganaich an òr-fhuilt bhuidhe
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Youth whose hair is golden blonde
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Leat a chinneadh sealg is sitheann
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You will bag the deer when hunting
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'S ann ad ghruaidh a bhiodh an ruthadh
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On your cheeks the color's rising
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Nuair a bhiodh tu siubhal bheann
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When you tramp across the hills
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Nuair a dhìreadh tu na stùcan
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When you climb up to the tall crags
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Leis a' ghunna caol nach diùltadh
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With your slender trusty weapon
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'S e do luaidhe ghorm is d' fhùdar
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Then your blue lead and gunpowder
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Chuireadh smùid air feadh nan gleann
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Scatter smoke among the glens
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Òganaich an òr-fhuilt shnìomhain
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Youth of the curly blonde hair
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Dh'fhàg thu saca trom air m' inntinn
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You have left a heavy load on my mind
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'S mura tig thu nall don tìr seo
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If you will not return to this land
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Mo thoil-inntinn bidh air chall
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I will have no contentment
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Gu bheil a bhlàth siud air mo ghruaidhsa
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It is showing in my cheeks now
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Gun tug mi dhut gaol nach fuaraich
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That I have given you a love that will not die
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Dh'innis iad gun tug thu fuath dhomh
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They said you had turned your back on me
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Ach cha chreid mi, luaidh, an cainnt
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But I don't believe their talk
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Ged a chuirte mi an iarainn
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Though I were in irons
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Fhad 's bu bheò mi gam phianadh
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Tormenting me night and day
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Cha chuir mi do ghaol air dìochuimhn'
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I would never forget my love
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Seo a' bhliadhna liath mo cheann
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This is the year my hair turned gray
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