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Lyrics
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English Translation
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Sèist
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Chorus (after each verse)
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O 's ann tha mo ghaol-sa thall
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Oh my love is far away
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Fo dhubhar nan craobh 's nam beann
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In the shadows of the trees and hills
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Sgiobair thu air long nam ball
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You are the skipper of the ship
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'S ann tha m'annsachd air a mharaich'
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My most beloved is the sailor
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O 's ann tha mo ghaol-sa thall
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Oh my love is far away
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Dh'aithnichinn thusa fada bhuam
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I'd recognize you from a distance
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Togail do shùil air a'chuan
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Hoisting the sails on the sea
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'S ged a shèideadh i on tuath
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And though the north wind would blow
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Bhiodh tu luaidh am bàrr a crannan
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You would be at the top of the mast
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'S e mo cheist an gille donn
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My desire is the brown-haired boy
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Theid do chrannagaibh na luing
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That would reach the top of the mast
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Dh'fhàg thu mo chridhe-sa trom
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You left my heart heavy
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Mar chloich ann an gleann nach caraich
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Like a stone in the glen that cannot move
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Chan iarrainn airgead no sprèidh
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I don't want money or cattle
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No nì eile tha fon ghrèin
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Nor anything else under the sun
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Ach mi dh'fhaighinn mo thoil fhèin
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But to get my wish
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Shiùbhlainn rèidh le m'chèile-falaich
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To journey with my forbidden love
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Gura mise tha fo ghruaim
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It is I that is so desolate
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'Nuair chì mi a'chlann-nighean uam
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When I see the young girls
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Cnot de ribeinean mun gruaig
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With ribbons in their hair
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'S mise cumail suas a'bharrain
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And I keeping a secret under my headband
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Di-Dòmhnaich a gheall thu ghaoil
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On Sunday you, my love, promised
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Mo choinneachadh anns an fhraoch
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To meet me in the heather
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Dhòmhsa bha 'n gealladh ud faoin
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To me your promise was false
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Thug thu'n gaol's cha b'ann do dh'Anna
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You gave your love, but not to Anna
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Cha do chreid mi mar aon
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I didn't believe for a moment
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Gun robh t'aigne dhomh cho faoin
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That you loved me so lightly
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No gu'n tilgeadh tu mi thaobh
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That you would cast me aside
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Mar gun tilgeadh craobh a barrach
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Like a tree casts its leaves
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