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Lyrics
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English Translation
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Ochóin a Righ
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Oh woe is me
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Gur tinn an galair an gràdh
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How sore is the sickness of love
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Chaneil neach air am bi
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There is no one who suffers
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Nach saoil gur bliadhna gach là
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That does not feel that each day lasts a year
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Gun bhris e mo chridh'
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My heart is broken
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'S gun sgaoil e chuislean mo shlàint'
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And sapped the springs of my health
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Bhith cumha na dhéidh
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Lamenting him, after leaving him
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Bhon thréig mi fear an fhuilt bhàin
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The fair young man
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Sèist
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Chorus (after each verse)
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Air fairil a ló
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Air fairil a ló
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Horó, air fairil a lé
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Horó, air fairil a lé
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Air fairil a ló
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Air fairil a ló
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Horó, air fairil a lé
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Horó, air fairil a lé
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Faill-ì faill ó
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Faill-ì faill ó
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Horó, air fairil a lé
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Horó, air fairil a lé
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'S ochóin a ghaoil
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Oh woe is me, my love
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Gum b'aotrom, aighearach sinn
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We were once happy and carefree
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Nuair théid thu thar sàil
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When you are sailing abroad
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A ghràidh biodh glainne nad dhòrn
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Love, have a glass to hand
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'S bi 'g òl dheoch slàint'
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And drink my good health
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'S gach àit 's a suidh thu aig bòrd
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In each place where you are seated at table
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Do chridhe geal éibhinn
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Your heart is fair, happy
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Aotrom, aighearach òg
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Light, cheerful and young
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'S bu bhinne do bheul
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And your mouth is sweeter
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Na 'n teud bho 'n tigeadh an ceòl
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Than any musical strings
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Nach robh mi 's mo ghràdh
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Oh I wish that I and my love
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Air àiridh, monadh no sliabh
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Were on a high shieling or on the braes
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No air an tràigh bhàin
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Or on the white beach
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No 'n àit' nach robh duine riamh
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In a deserted place where no man goes
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Seachd oidhche, seachd là
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Seven nights, seven days
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Gun tàmh, gun chadal, gun bhiadh
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Without rest, without sleep, without food
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Is tusa bhith ghràidh
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Only you, my love
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'S do làmh an tarruing mum bhian
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With your hands around my middle
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Do chùl buidhe dualach
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It was your fair
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Cuachach camagach tlàth
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Curly, beautiful hair
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Dh'fhàg mise fo ghruaim
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That left me miserable
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Gu buan gu latha mo bhàis
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Forever to the day of my d
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'S nan tigeadh tu nuas
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And if you were to visit
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Air chuairt dhan bhaile-sa thàmh
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And stay in this town
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Ged chaochail mo shnuadh
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Although the bloom has faded from my complexion
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Bu dual dhomh rithist bhith slàn
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I would be whole once more
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