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Cascade Eilean A' Cheo
   
Credits: n/a
   
Appears On: Cascade
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   
Other Versions: "Eilean A' Cheo" on Arthur Cormack's album Nuair Bha Mi g
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Ged tha mo cheann air liathadh Although my head has grayed
Le deuchainnean is bron With forgetfulness and sadness
Is grian mo leth-cheud bliadhna And the sun of my fifty years
Air ciaradh fo na neoil Has darkened under the clouds
Tha m' aigne air an lionadh My thoughts are filled
Le iarrtas tha ro mhor With a great desire
A dh'fhaicinn Eilean Sgiathach To see the Isle of Skye
Na siantanan 's a' cheo The elements and the mist
   
Tha corr 's da fhichead bliadhna It is more than forty years
Bho'n thriall mi uait gam' dheoin Since I left you willingly
'S a chuir mi sios mo lion And I put down my roots
Ann am meadhon baile mhoir In the middle of the city
Is ged a fhuair mi iasgair And although I married a fisherman
A lion mo thaigh le stor Who filled my house with wealth
Bu chuimhneachail mi riamh ort You are forever in my mind
'S bu mhiann leam bhi 'nad choir And I long to be in your shelter
   
Ach co aig a bheil cluasan But who has ears
No cridh' tha gluasad beo Or a heart which beats with life
Nach seinneadh leam an duan seo Who will not sing this song with me
Mu'n truaigh' a thainig oirnn? About the hardship which has befallen us?
Na milltean a chaidh fhuadach The thousands who were cleared
Thar chuain gun chuid, 's gun choir Deprived of their belongings and their rights
Tha miann an cridh' 's an smuaintean The desires of their hearts and their thoughts
Air Eilean uain' a' Cheo Are on the green Isle of the Mist
   
Nis, cuimhnichibh ur cruadal Now remember your hardship
Is cumaibh suas ur srol And keep your banner flying
Gu'n teid an roth mu'n cuairt duibh For the wheel will not go 'round for you
Le neart is cruas nan dorn Without strength and hardness of fist
Gum bi bhur crodh air buailtean Your cattle will be in their folds
'S gach tuathanach air doigh And every farmer will be happy
'S na Sas'nnaich air am fuadach And the English would be ousted
A Eilean uain' a' Cheo From the green Isle of the Mist