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English Translation
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Hìthillean na hìllean ì
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Hithillean na hillean i
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Hìthillean na hìllean ò
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Hithillean na hillean o
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Fàillill èile 's hòro ì
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Faillill eile 's horo i
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Mo thruaighe mi mur faigh mi thu
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Woe is me if I do not win your hand
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S e mo cheist an gille donn
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He is my darling, the brown-haired man
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Thèid do chrannaibh àrd nan long
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Who would climb the highest mast
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'S ged bhiodh tu gun nì gun fhonn
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Although you were penniless, without land
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A d'aodach lom gun gabhainn thu
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Your clothes thin, I would have
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M'eudail m'aighear is mo luaidh
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My treasure, my joy and my love
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Seòladh àrd air druim a'chuain
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Sailing high on the crest of the waves
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Saoilidh mi an ceann gach uair
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I think that after each hour
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Gun tig thu nuas gam amharc-sa
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You will come down to look at me
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Tha mi gun airgead is gun òr
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I am without silver and gold
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Chan e seo a rinn mo leòn
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That's not what hurts me
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Ach nach fhaic mi thu rim bheò
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But that I shall not see you while I live
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A'seòladh taobh an fhearainn seo
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Sailing near this land
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Hìthillean na hìllean ì
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Hithillean na hillean i
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Hìthillean na hìllean ò
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Hithillean na hillean o
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Fàillill èile 's hòro ì
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Faillill eile 's horo i
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Mo thruaighe mi mur faigh mi thu
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Woe is me if I do not win your hand
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