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English Translation
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Tha m' inntinn trom fo luasgan
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I feel depressed and ill at ease
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'S mi gluasad as an àit'
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As I depart from the place
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'S an robh mi òg a' buachailleachd
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Where I was a herder when I was young
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Bho ghluaisinn na mo phàisd'
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Where I ran about as a child
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Air feadh nan gleann 's na mòintich
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Among the glens and moors
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'S am bheil na h-eòin len àl
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Inhabited by birds with their nestlings
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'S na srathan glasa bòidheach
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Among the beautiful green straths
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Far 'n goir an smeòrach tràth
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Where early sings the thrush
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'S e 'n diugh cur riut mo chùlaibh
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It is because I am turning my back
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A dh'fhàg fo dhriùchd mo ghruaidh
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On you today that my cheeks are wet
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Na deòir a' ruith fo m' shuilibh
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Tears run from my eyes
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'Nuair bheir mi sùil mun cuairt
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As I look around me
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'S chi mi far am b' àbhaist dhomh
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And see where the plowing
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Bhi 'g àiteach 'us a' buain
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And the harvesting took place
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An-diugh a bhith ga fhàgail
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And today I am leaving all this
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Gu dhol a thàmh thar chuain
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To live across the ocean
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Carson nach gabhainn còmhnaidh
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Why shouldn't I live
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Far na thogadh òg mi suas
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Where I was brought up
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Oir cha bhiodh dith mo lòin orm
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I would not lack sustenance
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An Leòdhas nam beann fuar?
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In Lewis of the cold hills
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Tha bradan agus fiadh ann
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Salmon and deer are to be found there
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Tha iasg gu pailt sa chuan
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As well as plenty of fish from the ocean
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'S tha 'm fearann beartach bòidheach
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And the land which produces
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A chinneas pòr le luach
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Abundant crops is rich and beautiful
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Ged is cruaidh an tràth seo
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Although I find it hard at this time
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Bhith fàgail tìr nam beann
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To be leaving the land of the hills
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Bidh sùil agam gach tràth ris
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I will always be hopeful
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Gu 'n tàr mi sgriob a-null
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Of making a return trip
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A dh'amharc air mo chàirdean
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To see my friends
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Tha tàmh a-measg nan gleann
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Who live in the glen
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'S an ribhinn òg, 's mo ghràdh-sa
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And to bring back the young maiden, my beloved one
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A thoirt thar sàile leam
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With me across the sea
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Tha 'n ùin' a-nis a dlùthachadh
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Departure time approaches
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'S na siùil air an cur suas
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And the sails are raised
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Airson ar cùrs a stiùireadh
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To steer our course
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An aghaidh smùid a' chuain
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Against the dashing of the ocean waves
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Sinn crathadh làmh gu brònach
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We shake hands sorrowfully
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'S na deòir a' ruith gu luath
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As the tears run copiously
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O soraidh slàn le Steòrnabhagh
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Oh farewell to Stornoway
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'S le Leòdhas nam beann fuar
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And to Lewis of the cold hills
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