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Cliar Cumha Coire Cheathaich
   
Credits: Duncan Bn MacIntyre; arranged by Cliar
   
Appears On: Cliar
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
'S duilich leam an crach I am dismayed at the condition
Th'air Coire ghorm an fhsaich Of the deserted corrie
An robh mi greis de m'rach Where I once lived
'Sa bhrighe seo thall On the Brae yonder
'S iomadh fear a bhrr orm There's many's a man besides me
A thaitnich e ra ndur Whose heart would be gladdened
Nam biodh e mar a bha e If it had remained as it was
Nuair dh'fhg mi e nall When I left
Gunnaireachd is lmhaich Shooting and gun volleys
'S puirt is aobhar-gire Sport and fun
Chleachd bhi aig na h-rmuinn Were enjoyed by the heroes
A b'bhaist 'bhi 'sa ghleann Who once populated the glen
Rinn na fir ud fhgail Those men left
'S Mac Eghainn th'ann an drsda And MacEwen who now lives there
Mar neach an ionad cbaig Like a stone in place of cheese
An ite na bh'ann Replacing those who were once there
   
Tha 'choille bha 'san fhrth ud The wood in that forest
Na cuislean fada dreach Long, straight trunks
Air tuiteam a's air cronadh Have fallen and withered
Sos air an rsg Down in their bark
Na preasan a bha broghar The fruitful thickets
Na dosaibh tiugha lonmhor And the thick and plentiful branches
Air seachda' mar gu spont' iad Have withered as though
A nos a's an ir They were plucked from the earth
Na failleannan bu bhidhche The most beautiful shoots
Na slatan is na h-gain The twigs and the saplings
'S an it am biodh an smerach And the place where the thrush
Gu mghar a' seinn ciil Sung its gentle song
Tha iad uil' air caochladh They have all changed
Cha d' fhuirich fiodh no fraoch ann Neither wood nor heather remains
Tha mullach bhrr gach craoibhe The top is missing from every tree
'S am maor ga thoirt dhiubh Removed by the bailiff
   
Tha Uisge Srath na Dge The Water of Srath-na-Dge
Na shruthladh dubh gun soladh Runs black and filled with sediment
Le barraig uaine liogh-ghlais With a gray-green scuf on it
Gu mi-bhlasda grnd' Foul and ugly
Feur-lochain is tchair Marsh and water weed
An cinn an duilleag-bhite On top of the water-lily
Chan eil gn tuilleadh fs ann There is nothing else growing
San it' ud san m Now in that place
Glumagan a' chthair Boggy pools
Na ghlugaibh domhain, smhach In its dense, still pits
Cho tiugh ri sghan ctha Are as thick as corn-husk sowans
Na lathaich 's na phlam In sediment and slime
Sean bhrn salach ruaghain Stale, dirty scurf-water
Cha ghloinne ghrunnd na uachdar Unclean at depth and on the surface
Gur coslach ri muir ruaidh e Like a red sea
Na ruaimle feadh staing A muddied flow through creeks
   
Ach mas duine de shliochd Phdraig But if one of Patrick's line
A thid a nis don ite Now goes to the place
'S gun cuir e as a lraich And if he drives from his position
An tchran a th'ann The changeling there
Bi'n coire mar a bha e The corrie will be as it was
Bi laoigh is aighean dr ann There will be calves and rutting hinds there
Bidh daimh a' dol san dmhair The stags will mate
Air fsach nam beann In the mountain wilderness
Bi buic 's na badain bltha There will be bucks in the warm thickets
Na bric san abhainn limh riu The trout in the river beside them
'S na fidh an srath na lairge And the deer on Srath na Lairge
Ag rach nam mang Rearing their young
Thig gach uile n ga bhaist Everything will be as normal
Le aighear is le bhachd With joy and delight
Nuair gheibh am Baran birlinn When the baron gets the warning to leave
Sud fhgail gun taing And good riddance