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English Translation
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'S e mo leanabh mingiliseach
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Behold my child, limbed like the kid
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Maingiliseach, bualadh nan each
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And fawn, smiting the horses
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Glac nan lùireach, nan each cruidheach
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Seizing the accoutrements of the shod horses
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'S nan each snagach, mo leanabh beag
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The spirited steeds, my little child
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'S truagh nach fhaicinn fhèin do bhuaile
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Oh that I could see your cattlefold
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Gu h-àrd, àrd air uachdair slèibhe
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High up on the mountainside
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Còta caol ceiteineach uaine
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A green shaggy jacket
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Mud dhà ghualainn ghil is lèine, mo leanabh beag
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About your two white shoulders with a linen shirt, my little child
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'S truagh nach fhaicinn fhèin do sheisreach
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Oh that I could see your team of horses
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Fir na dèidh
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Men following them
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Mnài còmhdhail a' tighinn dhachaigh
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Serving-women returning home
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'S na Catanaich a' cur shìl
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And the Clan Chattan sowing the corn
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O mhìlidh bhog, o mhìlidh bhog
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Oh tender hero, oh tender hero
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O mhìlidh bhog
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Oh tender hero
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Mo bhrù a rug, mo chìoch a shluig
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Whom my womb brought forth, who swallowed from my breast
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Mo ghlùin a thog
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Who was reared on my knee
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'S e mo leanabh m' ultach iubhair
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It is my child, armful of yew
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Sultmhor reamhar, mo luachair bhog
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Happy and fat, my bulrush
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M' fheòil is m' uighean
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My flesh and eggss
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A nì bhruidhinn
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That will soon be speaking
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Bha thu fo mo chrios anuiridh
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Last year you were beneath my girdle
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Lus an toraidh
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Plant of fertility
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'S bidh tu 'mbliadhna gu geal guanach
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And this year, fair and playful
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Air mo ghualainn feadh a' bhaile, mo leanabh beag
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On my shoulder, you will be going 'round on the homestead
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Obh i rinn obh o, na cluinneam do leòn
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Obh i rinn obh o, let me not hear of your being wounded
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Obh i rinn obh o, gun liath thu air chòir
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Obh i rinn obh o, that you naturally become gray
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Obh i rinn obh o, gum bioraich do shròn
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Obh i rinn obh o, that your nose grows sharp as you grow old
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Obh i rinn obh o, gun teirig do lò
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Obh i rinn obh o, before your day runs out
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Obh i rinn obh inn thu, chan ann o Chlann Choinnich thu
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Obh i rinn obh inn thu, you are not of the Clan MacKenzie
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Bhi rinn obh inn thu, chan ann o Chlann Chuinn thu
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Bhi rinn obh inn thu, you are not of the Clan MacQueens
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Bhi rinn obh inn thu, sìol as dorcha leinn thu
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Bhi rinn obh inn thu, you are of the seed we like best
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Sìol nan Leòdach nan lann 's nan lùireach
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The seed of the Clan MacLeod, of the weapons and armor
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B' e Lochlann dùthchas do shinnsir
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Lochlann was the land of your ancestors
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