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Ars' an gobha, "Fuiricheamaid"
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The smith said, "Let's stay"
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Ars' an gobha, "Falbhamaid"
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The smith said, "Let's go"
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Ars' an gobha, leis an othail
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The smith said, in his confusion
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A bh'air an dorus an t-sobhail
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In the doorway of the byre
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Gu rachadh e a shuirghe
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That he would go courting
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Chorus
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'S a gheala nam bothan nam bothan
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Oh the white one of the bothies
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Peithir a bha ann an doicheall
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Peithir a bha ann an doicheall
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Gheala nam bothan nam bothan
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Oh the white one of the bothies
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Bothan a bh'aig Fionnaghuala
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The bothy that was Fionnaghuala's
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'S a gheala nam bothan nam bothan
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Oh the white one of the bothies
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Peithir a bha ann an doicheall
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Peithir a bha ann an doicheall
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Gheala nam bothan nam bothan
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Oh the white one of the bothies
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Bothan a bh'aig Fionnaghuala
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The bothy that was Fionnaghuala's
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Bheirinn fead air fulmairean
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I'd have a shot at the fulmars
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Bheirinn fead air falmairean
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I'd have a shot at the hakes
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Liùchannan beaga na mara
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And the small sea-lythes
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Bheireamaid greis air an tarruing
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We'd spend a while pulling
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Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn
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As long as the handlines would hold out for us
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(Sèist)
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(Chorus)
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I am Fionnaghuala, that is my name
You may call me Fair-Shoulders, it is all the same
My girls all are lovely, some without, some within
You know you can't judge a woman by the look of the skin
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You can't always see the beauty right from the start
First you look at the body, then you look in the heart
I tell you, fishermen that when you cast your lines
You may think that you've got nothing, but just give it time
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Cha d'fhuir sinn dad an a-seo
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We didn't get anything over here
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Cha d'fhuir sinn dad an a-sin
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We didn't get anything over there
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Cha d'fhuir sinn dad an a-seo
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We didn't get anything over here
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Càil ach roc a' dol 's na duirgh againn
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Nothing but a tangle of seaweed going onto our handlines
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O nach tigeadh carbhanach
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Oh if only a carp would come
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O nach tigeadh carbhanach
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Oh if only a carp would come
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Mar sin is lèabagan glasa
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Or even a grey-green flounder
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Bheireadh na dubhain o'n fhermainn
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Who'd take the fishhooks our of the seaweed
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Na maireadh na duirgh againn
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As long as our handlines would hold out
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(Sèist 2x)
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(Chorus 2x)
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