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English Translation
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O, 's tu, gura tu mo ribhinn
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Oh you are my sweetheart
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O, 's tu, gura tu mo ribhinn
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Oh you are my sweetheart
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Is tu mo ghràdh, ged nach dàn leam innse
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You are my love, though I cannot disclose it
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'S gu sgar am bàs mi 's tu 's àille chi mi
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And 'til death overtakes me, you're the most beautiful I see
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Tha mise màireach, a ghràidh, a' seòladh
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Tomorrow, my love, I set sail
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Gun fhios an till mi an tìm na chòmhdail
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Not knowing whether I'll return in time to meet up with you
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Ach mas e cuan a nì, luaidh, mo chòmhdach
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But if it should be that the sea will take me
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Mo bheannachd buan leat gach uair as beò thu
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My eternal blessing to you as long as you live
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Nuair thig an oidhche chan aoibhneas dhòmhs' i
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When night comes, it brings me no joy
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Le gealach choibhneil gu soillseach bòidheach
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With the kindly moon brightly shining down
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A' cur nam chuimhne gach oidhch' le sòlas
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Making me think of all the happy nights
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A bha min coibhneas na maighdinn bhòidhich
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I spent in the company of the fair maid
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Tha nise 'n oidhche le sgoinn a' ciaradh
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The night is now drawing in as twilight comes
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Tha gaoth bhon tuath 's i gu luath a' biathadh
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The wind is from the north and fast freshening
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Fearann Eirinn nar deidh a' sìoladh
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Ireland's Coast is disappearing from view
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'S mise stiùreadh air cùrs an iar-dheas
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While at the wheel I steer a southwesterly course
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Ach tillidh samhradh aig àm gach bliadhna
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But summer will return at the right time every year
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'S thèid an geamhradh le ghreann air diochuimhn'
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And winter's harshness will be forgotten
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Tillidh tràghadh 's cho àrd gu lìon i
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The tide will ebb no matter how high the flow
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Ach gaol far 'm fàs e, 's e bàs as crioch dha
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But where love blossoms, only death can extinguish it
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'S truagh a Rìgh nach robh mi 's mo mhàldag
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I wish, Lord, that my love and I
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'S a' ghleann mu thuath far an d' fhuair mi m' àrach
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Were in the northern glen where I grew up
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Na h-eòin le aoibhneas a' seinn an dàn dhuinn
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The birds joyfully singing their songs to us
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'S crònan binn a' Chuan Sgith gar tàladh
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And the melodious murmur of the Minch caressing us
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Ach 's e mo dhùrachd, is giulain dhòmhs' i
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But this is my wish, and convey it for me
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Gu reul mo shùgraidh tha 'n dùthaich m' òige
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To the finest girl I ever courted who lives in the island of my youth
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Sonas bhuan dhut, 's gu fuathaich bròn thu
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May you always be happy, never affected by sorrow
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'S do rogha cèile le clèir gum pòs thu
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And may you be married by the clergy to the best husband you can choose
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O, 's tu, gura tu mo ribhinn
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Oh you are my sweetheart
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O, 's tu, gura tu mo ribhinn
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Oh you are my sweetheart
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Is tu mo ghràdh, ged nach dàn leam innse
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You are my love, though I cannot disclose it
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'S gu sgar am bàs mi 's tu 's àille chi mi
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And 'til death overtakes me, you're the most beautiful I see
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