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Cliar Bha Mo Leannan Ann
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Cliar
   
Appears On: Cliar
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Ged tha mi 'm nar 'sna gleannaibh Though I am on my own in the mountains
Chan eil mo shnnd ris na fearaibh I am not wishing for mens' company
Gun d'thug mi mo ghaol 's mo ghealladh I have given my vow and my word
Nach danainn mo cheann a cheangal That I would not bind up my hair
Gus am faighinn fhin ort sealladh Until I got another sight of you
Mo cheist air sealgair na h-eala My heart belongs to the hunter of the swan
   
Sist: Chorus (after each verse):
Bha mo leannan ann My love was there
Bha mo leannan bidheach My handsome gallant love
Barail as a' bhail' ud thall Used to be in yonder township
   
Cha dan mi seudan a ghabhail I will accept no costly gifts
Ge b'e d thig am rathad Whoever comes my way
Tha mo dhil ri d' limh-sa fhathast I still have hopes of your hand
ganaich as deise gabhail Young man of most gallant bearing
Fo d' ghunna, fo d' sgith, fo d' chlaidheamh With your gun, your targe, your sword
'S r a' choill an d'fhs an t-abhal Verdant was the grove where this apple tree grew
   
Mo rn mac na mn Slibhtiche I love the son of the Sleat woman
'Chumadh 's a dh'fhuaileadh line Who could well cut and sew a shirt
Chuireadh a' sod air a' pharluinn Who would embroider fine linen with silk
Bu mhr m'earbs' as do limh threubaich Great was my trust in your strong arms
B'fherr leam gun danainn ort rite I wish I could make a contact of betrothal with you
Cha dan mi sin gu l m'euga But I never shall to my dying day
   
Gur e mo rn an t-g gasda My love is the fine young man
Bu chirteile 'dol gu faiche Who went with stately air to the soldiers' field
Gum b'e siud a rogha fasain That was his choice of fashion
Ct' is fileadh air a phleatadh A coat and a pleated kilt
'S tric a bha mi'n cirb do bhreacain I was often in the fold of your plaid
An ite nach bith cch gad' fhaicinn In a place where others could not see you
   
Moire, 'se mo rn an gille Oh Virgin Mother, my love is the man
Bha 'raoir an Eilean na Cille Who was last night on Chapel Island
Beul meachair a' chmhraidh mhilis Tender mouth of the sweet conversation
Ghabh mi mo chead dhot 'sa linnidh I bade farewell to you near the shore
'S thug siud air mo shilean sileadh That made my eyes shed tears
Guma sln gun dan thu tilleadh May you be well until your return