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English Translation
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A Dhìneag a bhronag
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Untidy Dineag
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Tha an dealbh thug thu dhòmhsa
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The picture you gave me
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A' coimhead cho neònach
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Looks so strange
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'S cho gòrach le cliabh
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And foolish with a creel
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'S tu tarraing na mònadh
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AS you gather your peats
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Le d' bheannaig 's le d' bhrògan
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With your tweed shawl, your shoes
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Le d' phòlca, le d' chòta
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Your little jacket, your coat
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'S le d' stoiceannan clòimh
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And your woolen stockings
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Bha an cliabh air do mhuineal
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The creel on your neck
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Cho corrach ri suidhe
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Was placed so awkwardly
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'S nach cumadh an ithris e
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That the rope strap
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Idir an àrd
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Would not keep it up at all
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Cha ghlèidheadh e mòran
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It would not hold
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De chor-fhadan còsach
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Very many spongy peats
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Oir thuiteadh an tòin às
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The bottom would fall out of it
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Le cuideam nam fàd
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Because of their weight
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Bha an cliabh air a chàradh
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The creel had been mended
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Le siaman ùr Thearlaich
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With Charlie's new twisted straw rope
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Chuir d' athair am màs ann
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Your father had put a bottom
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Le craicinn an laoigh
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Of calf skin on it
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Cha shuidheadh e còmhnard
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It would not sit level
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Air dronnag na h-òighe
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On a girl's cushion
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Bhitheadh asnaichean breoit'
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The rotten ribs
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Dol a sàs na do dhruim
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Were digging into your back
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Bha seòrsa de chòt' ort
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You were wearing a kind of coat
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Nach ruigeadh do bhrògan
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That didn't reach your shoes
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Is e lunsi na drògaid
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It was probably made
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'S dòcha bha ann
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Of linsay-woolsey drugget
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Bha an dronnag ort ceanngailt
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Your cushion was tied away
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A-null mu do mheadhon
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Around your middle
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'S tu cumail na h-ithris
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As you held the rope band
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Fo d' smiogid le d' laimh
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Under your chin with your hand
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Chaidh iomadh ni tharruing
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Many things were carried
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As a chliabh a bh' aig Dollag
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In Dollag's creel
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Eadar feur agus fodar
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Hay, fodder
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Is feamainn is ùir
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Seaweed and soil
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Agus todhar na h-òcrach
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And manure from the midden
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Aig àm cur an eòrna
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At barley sowing time
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Dh'fhàg sin an-diugh leòint' e
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All that has broken it
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Le asnaichean brùit
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And crushed its ribs
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Chan fhaod mi do mhàbadh
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I must not vilify you
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No idir fo chàineadh
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Nor miscall you
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Dibhearsain a tha mi
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I am joking
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Gu gàir thoirt air d' chridh'
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To cheer your heart
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Oir is mi brathair do mhathair
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Because I am your mother's brother
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'S tlachdmhor leam tha thu
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And I am very fond of you
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Bidh mise gach là
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I will always
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Dha do thàrladh nam chridh'
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Keep you close to my heart
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Bidh mise gach là
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I will always
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Dha do thàrladh nam chridh'
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Keep you close to my heart
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