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English Translation
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Tha smeorach sa mhadainn chiùin
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The thrush in the calm morning
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Binn, binn a'ceilearadh
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Singing sweetly, sweetly
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Tha smeorach sa mhadainn chiùin
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The thrush in the calm morning
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Ge b'e cò a chluinneadh i
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No matter who is listening
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Air madainn mhoich san doire dhlùth
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On an early morning in the nearby copse
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Lusan 's fliùrain lurach innt'
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With lovely plants and flowers there
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Ach 's annsa leam-sa seirm a'chiùil
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But I prefer the chorus of its music
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'S eun mo rùin toirt luinneig dhomh
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From my beloved bird giving me a song
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O seinnidh druid am bun nan stùc
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Oh a starling can sing at the base of the mountain
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Goiridh smùdan 's cuthag ann
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And the ring-dove and teh cuckoo can sing there
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Ach 's grinne leam na aon den triùir
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But sweeter to me than any of the three
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Smeòrach bheag a'bhinne ghuth
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Is the little thrush of the sweet voice
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Tha ceilear smeòil air ògan cùil
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The chirping of a mavis on yonder twig
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Moch is drùchd air duilleagan
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Early in the morning with the dew on the leaves
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A'dùsgach m'aigne-sa gu sunnd
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Awakens my spirits to joy
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Gur cruit-chiùil na cruinne i
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She is the musical instrument of the world
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Tha smeorach sa mhadainn chiùin
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The thrush in the calm morning
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Binn, binn a'ceilearadh
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Singing sweetly, sweetly
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Tha smeorach sa mhadainn chiùin
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The thrush in the calm morning
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Ge b'e cò a chluinneadh i
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No matter who is listening
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