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English Translation
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Mo chràdhghal bochd
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Sad and heartsore my weeping
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Mar a tha mi nochd
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For I find myself tonight
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'S mi gun tàmh gun fhios gun sunnd
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Without rest, without peace, without cheer
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Mo chràdhghal bochd
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Sad and heartsore my weeping
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Mar a tha mi nochd
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For I find myself tonight
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'S mi gun tàmh gun fhios gun sunnd
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Without rest, without peace, without cheer
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Gun sùrd ri stàth
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With no will for anything that profits
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Gun dùil ri bhith slàn
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Without hope to be well
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Chaidh mo shùgradh gu bràth air chùl
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My joy is vanished forever more
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Gun sùrd ri stàth
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With no will for anything that profits
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Gun dùil ri bhith slàn
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Without hope to be well
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Chaidh mo shùgradh gu bràth air chùl
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My joy is vanished forever more
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Mu dheagh mhac Ruairidh nan long
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Because of grief for the son of Roderick of the ships
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Làmh a libhrigadh bhonn
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His a hand to lavish wealth
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'S a bha measail air fonn luchd ciùil
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And who esteemed the minstrels' song
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Mu dheagh mhac Ruairidh nan long
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Because of grief for the son of Roderick of the ships
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Làmh a libhrigadh bhonn
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His a hand to lavish wealth
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'S a bha measail air fonn luchd ciùil
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And who esteemed the minstrels' song
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'S e bhith smuaineachadh ort
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It is thinking of you
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A chràidh mi am chorp
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That has tortured my body
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Is a chnàmh na roisg bho m' shùil
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And wasted the lashes from my eyes
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'S e bhith smuaineachadh ort
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It is thinking of you
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A chràidh mi am chorp
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That has tortured my body
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Is a chnàmh na roisg bho m' shùil
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And wasted the lashes from my eyes
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Mi ri smuaintean bochd truagh
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Thinking sadly and sorrowfully
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Is ri iomradh baoth buan
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And ever vainly recalling
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'S mi gad ionndrainn-sa bhuam, 's tu b'fhiù
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And longing for you as well you deserved
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Mi ri smuaintean bochd truagh
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Thinking sadly and sorrowfully
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Is ri iomradh baoth buan
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And ever vainly recalling
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'S mi gad ionndrainn-sa bhuam, 's tu b'fhiù
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And longing for you as well you deserved
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Deagh shealgair am frìth
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Rare hunter in a forest
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Bha gun cheilg do thaigh rìgh
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You were without guile towards the royal house
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Agus seirbheisach dileas crùin
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And a loyal servant of the crown
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Deagh shealgair am frìth
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Rare hunter in a forest
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Bha gun cheilg do thaigh rìgh
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You were without guile towards the royal house
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Agus seirbheisach dileas crùin
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And a loyal servant of the crown
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Tha do chinneadh fo ghruaim
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Your kindred are in gloom
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'S gach aon fhine mun cuairt
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As are those of every name around
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On là grinnicheadh d'uaigh sa chrùist
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Since your tomb was made ready in the vault
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Tha do chinneadh fo ghruaim
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Your kindred are in gloom
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'S gach aon fhine mun cuairt
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As are those of every name around
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On là grinnicheadh d'uaigh sa chrùist
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Since your tomb was made ready in the vault
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Mun t-sàr ghaisgeach dheas threum
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For the prime warrior, agile and strong
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Ann am batail nan ceud
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In the battle of hundreds
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Cha bu lapach sàs leum ud thu
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In that onset you were not sluggish
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Mun t-sàr ghaisgeach dheas threum
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For the prime warrior, agile and strong
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Ann am batail nan ceud
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In the battle of hundreds
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Cha bu lapach sàs leum ud thu
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In that onset you were not sluggish
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Làmh churanta chruaidh
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Yours a hand heroic and hardy
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Ann an iomairt 's gach buaidh
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In contest and every victory
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Chan uarrainn domh d'uaisle, ruin
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Your nobility, dear one, is no longer my support
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Làmh churanta chruaidh
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Yours a hand heroic and hardy
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Ann an iomairt 's gach buaidh
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In contest and every victory
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Chan uarrainn domh d'uaisle, ruin
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Your nobility, dear one, is no longer my support
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Do thaigh talla fo ghruaim
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Your mansion is in gloom
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'S e gun aighear gun uaill
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Without mirth, without pomp
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Far'm bu mhinig a fhuair sinn cuirm
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Where often we received a feast
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Do thaigh talla fo ghruaim
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Your mansion is in gloom
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'S e gun aighear gun uaill
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Without mirth, without pomp
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Far'm bu mhinig a fhuair sinn cuirm
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Where often we received a feast
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