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A Mhic Dhùghaill 'ic Ruairidh
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Son of Dougal, son of Roderick
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Chuir am buaireadh fo m' chéill-sa
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Who sorely tried my senses
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Dh'fhàg thu tana ma ghruaidhean
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You made my cheeks thin
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'S chuir mo ghruag air dhroch ghréidheadh
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You caused my hair to be unkempt
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Dh'fhàg thu tana ma ghruaidhean
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You made my cheeks thin
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'S chuir mo ghruag air dhroch ghréidheadh
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You caused my hair to be unkempt
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'S diombach mise dha m' phiuthair
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I am resentful of my sister
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Nighean bhuidhe 'n fhuilt steudaich
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Yellow-haired girl of the wavy hair
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'S diombach mise dha m' phiuthair
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I am resentful of my sister
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Nighean bhuidhe 'n fhuilt steudaich
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Yellow-haired girl of the wavy hair
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'S cha bhuidheach mi dha m' mhàthair
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And I am not grateful to my mother
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'S òg a chàirich i bhreug orm
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She laid a lie to my charge early in life
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'S cha bhuidheach mi dha m' mhàthair
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And I am not grateful to my mother
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'S òg a chàirich i bhreug orm
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She laid a lie to my charge early in life
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Mo mhìle beannachd aig m'athair
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My thousand blessings on my father
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'S e nach gabhadh droch sgeul orm
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He would not believe scurrilous rumors about me
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Mo mhìle beannachd aig m'athair
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My thousand blessings on my father
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'S e nach gabhadh droch sgeul orm
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He would not believe scurrilous rumors about me
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Ach mo mhallachd aig a' bhuachaill'
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But my curse on the cowherd
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Bha ri uallach na spreidheadh
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Who was watching the cattle
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Ach mo mhallachd aig a' bhuachaill'
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But my curse on the cowherd
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Bha ri uallach na spreidheadh
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Who was watching the cattle
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Chaidh e dhùsgadh nam balach
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He went to waken the boys
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Moch 's a' mhadainn mas d' dh'éirich
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Early in the morning before rising time
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Chaidh e dhùsgadh nam balach
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He went to waken the boys
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Moch 's a' mhadainn mas d' dh'éirich
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Early in the morning before rising time
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'S ann a' direadh a ghàrraidh
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It was when you were climbing the wall
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Leig thu ghràidh a' cheud eubh as'd
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That you gave the first shout, my darling
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'S ann a' direadh a ghàrraidh
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It was when you were climbing the wall
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Leig thu ghràidh a' cheud eubh as'd
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That you gave the first shout, my darling
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'S ann a' teàrnadh a bhruathaich
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It was when you were descending the hillside
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A fhuair thu 'm brughadh a léir thu
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That you received the fatal, crushing blow
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'S ann a' teàrnadh a bhruathaich
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It was when you were descending the hillside
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A fhuair thu 'm brughadh a léir thu
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That you received the fatal, crushing blow
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Gu robh fuil do chuim chùbhraidh
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The blood of your fragrant body
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'S i ri drùthadh troimh d' léinidh
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Was seeping through your shirt
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Gu robh fuil do chuim chùbhraidh
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The blood of your fragrant body
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'S i ri drùthadh troimh d' léinidh
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Was seeping through your shirt
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'S ged a dh'òl mi ghaoil pàirt dhi
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And though I drank some of it, my love
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Cha do shlànaich do chreuchdan
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Your wounds did not heal
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'S ged a dh'òl mi ghaoil pàirt dhi
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And though I drank some of it, my love
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Cha do shlànaich do chreuchdan
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Your wounds did not heal
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'S truagh nach robh mi a Sasunn
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Oh that I were in England
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Am Baile Pheairt no Dun-Eideann
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Perth or Edinburgh
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'S truagh nach robh mi a Sasunn
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Oh that I were in England
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Am Baile Pheairt no Dun-Eideann
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Perth or Edinburgh
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Ann an tìr nam fear dubha
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In the land of the dark men
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Na 'n Cóig Mumha na h-Eireann
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Or the province of Munster in Ireland
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A Mhic Dhùghaill 'ic Ruairidh
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Son of Dougal, son of Roderick
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Chuir am buaireadh fo m' chéill-sa
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Who sorely tried my senses
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Dh'fhàg thu tana ma ghruaidhean
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You made my cheeks thin
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'S chuir mo ghruag air dhroch ghréidheadh
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You caused my hair to be unkempt
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