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English Translation
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Càit an robh mo leannan boidheach
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Where was my beautiful darling
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Bean a' chòtain ruaidh
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My lady of the russet coat?
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An robh i cas rùisgt' air an lòn
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Was she barefoot in the meadow
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Is driùchd an fheòir cho fuar?
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And the dew so cold?
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No'n robh i ruith le casan beaga
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Or was she running around, her little feet
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Feadh nam preas 's nam bruach
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Amongst the bushes and the banks
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Gun ghùn, gun chleòc, gun bhrèid, gun bhròig
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Without gown, without cloak, without scarf, without shoes
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Ach ann a còtan ruadh
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But in her russet coat?
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Cuailean bòidheach 's fiamh an òir dheth
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Beautiful hair with a hint of gold
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'S dath an ròis ad ghruaidh
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And the color of the rose are your cheeks
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Suidh leam còmhla 's nì mi òran
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Sit beside me and I'll compose a song
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Air do chòtan ruadh
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About your russet coat
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Tha'n còtan goirid mar is dlùth dha
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The coat is short, as it should be
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Tighinn gu d'ghlùn a nuas
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Coming to just above your knee
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Ach troidh as bòidhche cha do chòmhdaich
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But neither a black nor a russet coat has ever graced
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Còta dubh no ruadh
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Such an elegant foot
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Rìgh, beannaich 's glèidh mo leannan
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Almighty, bless and keep my love
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'S cùm i fada buan
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And may she have a long life
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A dà shùil mheallach orm a' fanaid
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Her two alluring eyes are mocking me
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'S a' cur car am dhuan
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And putting a twist in my song
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Nuair bhios airgead ann am phòca
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When I have money in my pocket
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Gheibh thu sròl thar chuan
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You'll get silk from abroad
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Ach cha bhi sròl no sìoda dhomhsa
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But silk and satin can never compare
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Mar bha'n còtan ruadh
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To the russet brown coat
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Càit an robh mo leannan boidheach
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Where was my beautiful darling
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Bean a' chòtain ruaidh
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My lady of the russet coat?
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An robh i cas rùisgt' air an lòn
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Was she barefoot in the meadow
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Is driùchd an fheòir cho fuar?
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And the dew so cold?
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No'n robh i ruith le casan beaga
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Or was she running around, her little feet
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Feadh nam preas 's nam bruach
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Amongst the bushes and the banks
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Gun ghùn, gun chleòc, gun bhrèid, gun bhròig
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Without gown, without cloak, without scarf, without shoes
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Ach ann a còtan ruadh
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But in her russet coat?
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