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Ochòin a rìgh |
Ochone oh God |
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Gura tinn an galair an gradh |
How sore is the sickness of love |
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Chan eil neach air am bi |
There is no one who suffers |
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Nach saoil gura bliadhna gach lath' |
That does not think a day lasts a year |
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Gun bhrist e mo chridh' |
It has broken my heart |
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'S gun sgaoil e cuislean mo shlàint' |
And ruined my health |
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Bhith cumha na dhèidh |
Lamenting him, after leaving |
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On thrèig mi fear an fhuilt bhàin |
The fair young man |
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Chorus (after each verse): |
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Air fàlarainn ò, hug ò air fàlarainn ì |
Air fàlarainn ò, hug ò air fàlarainn ì |
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Air fàlarainn ò, hug ò air fàlarainn ì |
Air fàlarainn ò, hug ò air fàlarainn ì |
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Fail-ì, fail-ò, thug ò air fàlarainn ì |
Fail-ì, fail-ò, thug ò air fàlarainn ì |
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Ochòin, a ghaoil, gum b' aotrom aighearach sinn |
Ochone, my love, we were happy and carefree |
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Nuair thèid thu thar sail, a ghràidh |
When you sail abroad, my love |
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Biodh glainne nad dhòrn |
Have a glass to hand |
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'S bi 'g òl mo dheoch-slàint 's gach àit' |
And drink my good health in each place |
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An suidh thu aig bòrd |
Where you are at table |
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Do chridhe geal, èibhinn |
Your heart is fair, happy |
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Eutrom, aighearach, òg |
Lightsome, cheery and young |
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'S bu bhinne do bheul |
And your mouth is sweeter |
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Na'n teud on tigeadh an ceòl |
Than musical strings |
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Nach robh mi 's mo ghràdh |
Oh that I and my love |
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Air àirigh monaidh na'n sliabh |
Were on a high shieling or on the slopes |
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Na air an tràigh bhàin |
Or on the white beach |
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No'n àit' nach robh duine riamh |
In a deserted place unvisited by man |
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Seachd oidhche, seachd lath' |
Seven nights, seven days |
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Gun tàmh, gun chadal, gun bhiadh |
Without rest, without sleep, without food |
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Ach thusa bhith, 'ghràidh |
Just you, my love |
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'S do làmh an tarruing mam bhian |
Holding me tight |
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Do chùl buidhe, dualach |
It was your fair |
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Cuachach, camagach, tlàth |
Curly, beautiful hair |
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Dh' fhàg mise fo ghruaim |
That left me miserable |
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Gu buan, gu latha mo bhàis |
Forever to the day of my death |
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'S nan tigeadh tu nuas |
And if you were to visit |
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Air chuairt dhan bhaile-sa thàmh |
And stay in this town |
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Ged chaochail mo shnuadh |
Although the bloom has faded from my complexion |
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Bu dual dhomh rithist bhith slàn |
I would be whole once more |
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Gum b' aotrom aighearach sinn... |
We were happy and carefree... |
