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English Translation
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Faigh an t-searrag-sa mun cuairt
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Get this bottle 'round
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Lìon an àird gu bàrr a' chuach
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And fill the cup up to its brim
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Deoch slàinte fear Ghlinne-Cuaich
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A health to the laird of Glen Quoich
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'S gun éireadh buaidh gach latha leis
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And may his be the victory every day
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Latha dhomh 's mi muigh air chuairt
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One day as I walked out
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Thachair orm fear Ghlinne-Cuaich
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I met the laird of Glen Quoich
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Làmh a dhiòladh dhòmhs' an duais
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His, the hand to dispense rewards to me
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'S gun d'fhuair sin rud an latha sin
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And we got something that day
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Ceist nam ban o thìr nam bó
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Darling of the women from the land of the cattle
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Far Strath Chluainidh ghorm an fheòir
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From green Strath Cluaine of the grass
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Far an d'fhuair thu d'àrach òg
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Where you were brought up
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'S gun cùnnte móran aighean dhut
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And you owned many heifers
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Bu tu ceann-uidhe nam bàrd
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To you the bards traveled
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Na fìdhlearan 's luchd nan dàn
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And fiddlers and singers
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Nuair a shìneadh tu do làmh
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When you stretched out your hand
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Gum b'àilteachadh leam crathadh dhith
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A shake of it gave me delight
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Nuair a dheidheadh tu bheinn a' cheo
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When you went to the misty mountain
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Dh'iarraidh fàth air damh na cròic
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To try for a shot at the antlered stag
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Air do shùil cha laigheadh sgleò
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Your eye would not lose its keeness
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'S bu sheòlta dol 's an amharc thu
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And you were cunning at watching them
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'S tric a leag thu màthair laoigh
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Often you felled a fawn's mother
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'S a choille ghuirm air a taobh
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In the green wood on her side
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Eilid bhinneach nan cas caol
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The delicate slender-legged hind
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Is coileach fraoich 's a chamhanaich
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As well as the grouse at twilight
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Nuair a dheidheadh tu bheinn na stùc
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When you went to the steep mountain
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Le do ghunna 's le do chù
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With your gun and your dog
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Nuair a lùbadh tu do ghlùin
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When you bent your knee
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Gun ùmhlaicheadh na h-aighean dhut
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The hinds would yield to you
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'S truagh nach d' thachair dhomh bhi 'm bhàrd
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It's a pity I didn't happen to be a bard
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A thogadh do chliù an àird
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Who could sing your praises
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Dheanainn innse dhuibh nam dhàn
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And I'd tell you all in my song
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Gur mac a dh'fhàs mar d'athair thu
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That you are a son like your father
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'S dé dheanadh do mhàthair chòir
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And what would your mother do
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An fhuil uasal dh'fhàs gun phròis
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She of the noble blood without conceit
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Mura tachradh ort té mhór
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If you didn't chance on a high-born girl
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Aig am biodh stòr nach caitheadh i
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With unlimited wealth
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'S faigh an t-searrag-sa mun cuairt
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Get this bottle 'round
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Lìon an àird gu bàrr a' chuach
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And fill it to its brim
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Deoch slàinte fear Ghlinne-Cuaich
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A health to the laird of Glen Quoich
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'S gun éireadh buaidh gach latha leis
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And may his be the victory every day
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