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English Translation
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn
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My love, the brown-haired youth
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg
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To whome I gave my love when young
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Dhùraichdinn dhut pòg san anmoch
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I would kiss you in the gloaming
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Ged bhiodh càch ga sheannachas oirnn
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Thought others would be talking about us
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn
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My love, the brown-haired youth
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg
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To whome I gave my love when young
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Gur a mise tha gu h-uallach
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It is I who am cheerful
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O'n a thàinig an duin' uasal
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Since the gentleman has come
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Le mo ribinnean mun cuairt dhomh
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With my ribbons about about
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Cumaidh iad mo ghruag air dòigh
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They will keep my hair in order
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn
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My love, the brown-haired youth
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg
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To whome I gave my love when young
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Sguiridh mi 'bhrìodal nan gillean
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I will stop flirting with the boys
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Ged is math a bhi ruitha mire
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Although it is pleasant to play with them
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Bhon tha 'n Caimbeulach gam shireadh
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Since the Campbell is seeking me out
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Cha téid mi tuilleadh nan coir
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I will no longer go near them
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn
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My love, the brown-haired youth
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg
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To whome I gave my love when young
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Dhòmhnaill dhuallaich 'ic ill' Iosa
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Donald Gilles of the curly hair
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Bha mi uair a bha mi strì riut
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There was a time when I fought with you
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Ach bhon thàinig an tighearn' Ileach
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But since the laird from Islay has come
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Sguiridh mi dheth d' brìodal beòil
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I will stop flirting with you
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Gur a mise tha fo smallan
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It is I who am sorrowful
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Direadh 's a' tearnadh a' ghleannain
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Up and down the little glen
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Cuimhneachadh air gaol mo leannain
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Remembering my sweetheart's love
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Cha robh car an cainnt a bheòil
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There was no deceit in his speech
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn
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My love, the brown-haired youth
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg
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To whome I gave my love when young
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Ged a gheibhinn-sa air m' àilgheas
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Though I should get my choice
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Na tha dh'òr aig Rìgh na Spàinne
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Of all the gold of the king of Spain
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'S mòr a b' fheàrr a bhi air àirigh
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Much would I prefer to be on a shieling
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Cluaineas leis a Mhàrtainn òg
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Sporting with the young Martin
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn
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My love, the brown-haired youth
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg
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To whome I gave my love when young
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Ach beul sìos air luchd na farchluais
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But curse on the eavesdroppers
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'S luchd nam breug chan iad as fhasa
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And the tellers of tales who are no better
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'S mi gun siùbhladh fad air astar
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I would travel a far distance
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Dh'éisdeachd cantanas do bheòil
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To hear the speech of your lips
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn
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My love, the brown-haired youth
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg
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To whome I gave my love when young
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O, nam bithinn-sa cho fìnealt'
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Oh if I were refined
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'S gun deanainn litir a sgrìobhadh
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So that I could write a letter
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Rachadh fìos thugaibh a dh'Ile
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A report would go to you in Islay
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Nach b'e 'n fhìrinn thug iad oirnn
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That is was not the truth they spoke of us
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn
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My love, the brown-haired youth
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg
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To whome I gave my love when young
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Dhùraichdinn dhut pòg san anmoch
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I would kiss you in the gloaming
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Ged bhiodh càch ga sheannachas oirnn
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Thought others would be talking about us
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn
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My love, the brown-haired youth
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg
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To whome I gave my love when young
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