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English Translation
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Sèist
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Chorus (after each verse)
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Air a' ghille tha mo rùn
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My desire is for the lad
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Tha mo rùn air a' ghille
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He is the one I love
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Bho'n a thug thu rium do chùl
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Since you turned away from me
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B'e mo dhùrachd thu thilleadh
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My dearest wish is that you would return
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Falt do chinn tha dualach dlùth
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Your hair is in tight tresses
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T' anail chùbhraidh, ro-mhilis
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Your breath fragrant and sweet
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Da shùil mheallach, chorrach, chiùin
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Your eyes alluring, passionate and calm
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'S tu mo rùn de na gillean
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You are the choicest of all the young men
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Tha thu ro mhath air an t-sliabh
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You are the most expert on the moor
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Thoirt nan eun bhàrr na h-iteag
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At shooting the birds on the wing
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Gunna dubh a leagadh fiadh
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With a black gun that would down a stag
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'S earbag riabhach an fhirich
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Or a young roe on the moorland
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'S ann am Muile nam beann fuar
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It is in Mull of the cool bens
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Tha mo luaidh de na gillean
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That my sweetheart lives
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Dh' aithnichinn thu 'measg an t-sluaigh
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I would recognize you amid the throng
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Leis na h-uaislean a' tighinn
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As you walked with the nobility
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Air a' ghille tha mo rùn...
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My desire is for the lad...
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