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Ged tha mi 'm ònar 'sna gleannaibh |
Though I am on my own in the mountains |
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Chan eil mo shùnnd ris na fearaibh |
I am not wishing for mens' company |
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Gun d'thug mi mo ghaol 's mo ghealladh |
I have given my vow and my word |
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Nach dèanainn mo cheann a cheangal |
That I would not bind up my hair |
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Gus am faighinn fhèin ort sealladh |
Until I got another sight of you |
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Mo cheist air sealgair na h-eala |
My heart belongs to the hunter of the swan |
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Chorus (after each verse): |
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Bha mo leannan ann |
My love was there |
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Bha mo leannan bòidheach |
My handsome gallant love |
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Barail as a' bhail' ud thall |
Used to be in yonder township |
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Cha dèan mi seudan a ghabhail |
I will accept no costly gifts |
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Ge b'e dè thig am rathad |
Whoever comes my way |
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Tha mo dhùil ri d' làimh-sa fhathast |
I still have hopes of your hand |
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Òganaich as deise gabhail |
Young man of most gallant bearing |
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Fo d' ghunna, fo d' sgèith, fo d' chlaidheamh |
With your gun, your targe, your sword |
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'S ùr a' choill an d'fhàs an t-abhal |
Verdant was the grove where this apple tree grew |
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Mo rùn mac na mnà Slèibhtiche |
I love the son of the Sleat woman |
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'Chumadh 's a dh'fhuaileadh lèine |
Who could well cut and sew a shirt |
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Chuireadh a' sìod air a' phèarluinn |
Who would embroider fine linen with silk |
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Bu mhòr m'earbs' as do làimh threubaich |
Great was my trust in your strong arms |
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B'fheàrr leam gun dèanainn ort rèite |
I wish I could make a contact of betrothal with you |
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Cha dèan mi sin gu là m'euga |
But I never shall to my dying day |
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Gur e mo rùn an t-òg gasda |
My love is the fine young man |
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Bu chùirteile 'dol gu faiche |
Who went with stately air to the soldiers' field |
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Gum b'e siud a rogha fasain |
That was his choice of fashion |
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Còt' is fèileadh air a phleatadh |
A coat and a pleated kilt |
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'S tric a bha mi'n cirb do bhreacain |
I was often in the fold of your plaid |
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An àite nach bith càch gad' fhaicinn |
In a place where others could not see you |
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Moire, 'se mo rùn an gille |
Oh Virgin Mother, my love is the man |
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Bha 'raoir an Eilean na Cille |
Who was last night on Chapel Island |
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Beul meachair a' chòmhraidh mhilis |
Tender mouth of the sweet conversation |
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Ghabh mi mo chead dhìot 'sa linnidh |
I bade farewell to you near the shore |
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'S thug siud air mo shùilean sileadh |
That made my eyes shed tears |
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Guma slàn gun dèan thu tilleadh |
May you be well until your return |
