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Mo Run Geal Og |
| Credits : | Traditional; arranged by Flora MacNeil & Alison Kinnaird |
| Appears On : | Craobh Nan Ubhal |
| Language : | Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic) |
| Other Versions : |
"
Cumha Do dh'Uilleam Siosal
" on Capercaillie's album The Blood Is Strong
" Mo Run Geal Og " on Capercaillie's album Glenfinnan " Mo Rùn Geal Òg " on Rachel Walker's album Fon Reul-Sholus |
| Lyrics : | English Translation : |
| Och a Thearlaich og Stiubhart | Alas, young Charles Stewart |
| 'Se do chuis rinn mo leireadh | It is your cause that has left me desolate |
| Thug thu 'uam gach ni bh'agam | You took from me everything that I had |
| Ann an cogadh 'nad aobhar | In war for your sake |
| Cha chrodh is cha chaoraich | It is not sheep or cattle that I mourn |
| Tha mi 'caoidh ach mo cheile | But my husband |
| O'n la dh'fhag e mi 'm aonar | From that day when I was left alone |
| Gun sion san t-saoghal ach leine | With nothing in the world but a shirt |
| Mo run geal og | My fair young love |
| Bu tu fear mor bu mhath cumadh | You were tall, of excellent figure |
| O do mhullach gu d' bhrogan | From the crown of your head to your shoes |
| Tha do shlios mar an eala | Your thigh was like the swan's |
| 'S bias na meala air do phogan | Your kisses tasted of honey |
| D'fhalt dualach donn lurach | Your beautiful brown hair |
| Mu do mhuineal an ordugh | Was arranged 'round your neck |
| 'Se gu camalubach cuimir | Tressed and elegant |
| Gach aon toit urram d'a bhoidhchead | So that all paid tribute to its comeliness |
| Mo run geal og | My fair young love |
| Bu tu 'm fear slinneanach, leathann | Wide-shouldered, broad |
| Bu chaoile meadhan 's bu dhealbhaich | Slim-waisted, most shapely |
| Cha b' e taillear gun eolas | Only a skilled tailor |
| A dheanadh cota math gearra dhut | Could make a good short coat for you |
| No dheanadh dhut triubhais | Or make trews |
| Gun bhith cumhang no gann dhut | That were not scrimped or narrow |
| Mar gheala-bhradain do chasan | Like bright salmon your legs |
| Led ghearr-osan mud chalpa | With your short hose about your calves |
| Mo run geal og | My fair young love |
| Bu tu iasgair na h-abhann | Fisherman of the river |
| 'S tric a thaghaich thu fein i | Often did you visit it |
| Agus sealgair a'mhonaidh | Hunter of the moor |
| Biodh do ghun' air dheadh ghleusadh | With your gun always well primed |
| Bu bhinn leam tathunn do chuilein' | I loved to hear the baying of your hound |
| Bheireadh fuil air mac eilde | Who could blood a stag or hind |
| As do laimh bu mhor m' earbsa | I was confident of the skill of your hand |
| Gur tric a mharbh thu le cheil' iad | Often did you kill them both |
| Mo run geal og | My fair young love |
| ___ | Fisherman of the open sea and the firth |
| ___ | No wind would make you turn your back |
| ___ | When that stout champion took the helm |
| ___ | Your men, my love |
| ___ | Were without fear or concern |
| ___ | Though the weather thickened |
| ___ | You yourself would keep the ship |
| ___ | Dry through the sea |
| Mo run geal og | My fair young love |
| Bu tu poitear na dibhe | Deep drinker |
| 'N am suidhe 's tigh-osda | 'Round the board in the tavern |
| Co b'e dh'oladh 's tu phaigheadh | Whoever did the drinking, you did the paying |
| Ged 'thuiteadh cach mu na bordaibh | Even when the rest fell under the table |
| Bhi air mhisg cha b' e b' fhiu leat | To be drunk you despised |
| 'S cha d' ionnsaich thu og e | You did not learn it in your youth |
| 'S cha d'iarr thu riamh muthadh | And you never sought a woman |
| Air chul do mhna-posda | Other then your married wife |
| Mo run geal og | My fair young love |
| 'S ioma ban-tighearna riomhach | Many the splendid lady |
| Le 'n sioda 'gus sroltaibh | Laden with silks and satins |
| D' an robh mis a'm' chuis fharmaid | To whom I was an object of envy |
| Chionn gu'n tairgeadh tu pog dhomh | Because you'd offer me a kiss |
| Ach ged a bhithinn cho sealbhar | But even were I so prosperous |
| 'S gu'm b' leam airgead Hanobhar | As to have all the silver of Hanover |
| Bheirinn cnac anns na h-aith'ntan | I would burst the Commandments |
| Na'n diultadh cach dhomh do __ | If anyone refused my right to you |
| Mo run geal og | My fair young love |
| Och nan och, gur mi bochdag | Alas and alack |
| 'S mi lan osnaich an comhnaidh | What a wretch I am, ceaselessly sighing |
| Chaill mi duil ri thu thighinn | I lost hope of your return |
| Thuit mo chridhe gu dortadh | My heart sank into despair |
| Cha tog fidheall no clarsach | Neither fiddle or harp will raise it |
| Piob no taileasg no ceol e | Nor pipe, nor gaming, nor music |
| Nis o chuir iad thu'n tasgadh | Since the day they laid you to rest |
| Cha duisg caidreabh duin' oig mi | Young men's advances do not arouse me |
| Mo run geal og | My fair young love |