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Lyrics
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English Translation
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Thig trì nithean gun iarraidh
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Three things come without asking
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An t-eagal, an t-eudach, 's an gaol
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Fear, jealousy and love
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'S gur beag a' chùis mhasluidh
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And it is no cause of shame
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Ged ghlacadh leo mis' air a h-aon
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Though I too have been taken by them
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'S a liuthad bean uasal
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Seeing how many ladies
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A fhuaradh 'sa chiont an robh mi
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Have been found guilty like me
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A thug a gaol fuadain
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Who gave love that proved vain
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Air ro bheagan duaise 'ga cheann
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And little profit to them in the end
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Sèist
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Chorus (after each verse)
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Air faillirinn, illirinn
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Air faillirinn, illirinn
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Uillirinn ho ro 's mi caoidh
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Uillirinn ho ro I mourn
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'S cruaidh fhortan gun fhios
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It was a cruel fate that came unaware
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A chur mise fo chuing do ghaoil
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And left me under the yoke of your love
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Fhir a dhìreas am bealach
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You climb the hill pass
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Beir soiridh don ghleannan fo thuath
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Bear this greeting to the little glen in the north
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Is innis do m'leannan
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And tell my lover
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Gur maireann mo ghaol 's gur buan
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That my love remains and will endure
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Fear eile cha ghabh mi
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I will take no other man
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'S chan fhuiling mi idir a luaidh
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I cannot bear to have it spoken of
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Gus an dean thu, ghaoil, m'àicheadh
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And until you deny me, my love
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Cha chreid mi o chàch gur fuath
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I will not believe from anyone else that you are hostile
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Nam faicinn thu tighinn
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If I saw you coming
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Is fios dhomh gur tusa bhiodh ann
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And know it was indeed you
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Gun éireadh mo chridhe
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My heart would rise up
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Mar aiteal na gréin' thar nam beann
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Like a flash of the sun across the mountains
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'S gun tugainn mo bhriathar
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Gach gaoisde tha liath na mo cheann
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Every gray hair in my head
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Gum fàsadh iad buidhe
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I swear would become yellow
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Mar dhithein am bruthach nan allt
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Like the flower on the bank of the stream
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Mur tig thu fhéin tuilleadh
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But if you never com
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Gur aithne dhomh mhalairt a th'ann
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Well do I know what bargain has been made
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Nach eil mi cho beartach
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It is because I am not as wealthy
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Ri cailin an achaidh ud thall
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As the lass with those pastures there
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Cha tugainn mo mhisneach
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Yet I would not give my courage
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Mo ghliocas, 'is grinneas mo làimh
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And my good sense and the skill of my hands
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Air buaile crodh ballach
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For any fold of dappled cattle
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'Is cailin gun iùil 'na ceann
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And an improvident girl to manage them
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