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Cliar D˛mhnall Nan D˛mhnall
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Cliar
   
Appears On: Cliar
   
Language: GÓidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Thug mi s¨il thar a' bhealach I looked to the hill
Thug mi 'n sealladh ud bhuam Looked yonder
Fheuch a faicinn mo leannan For any sign of my lover
Tighinn dhan bhaile san uair Coming to town
Fhir a dh'˛ladh an tocsaid He who'd drink the hogshead
'Sa chostadh a luach And earn its worth
'S math thig bonaid ghorm dhathte A blue bonnet looked well
Air c¨l bachlach nan dual On his curly hair
   
B'fheÓrr gu faicinn a nuas thu Oh to see you coming
'S do ghruaidh mar an r˛s With your rosy cheeks
Is d'anail mar ubhlan Breath like apples
'S do ch¨l mar an t-˛r And golden hair
Do bheul tha dearg tana Your narrow red lips
'S blas na meal' air do ph˛ig Kisses like honey
Gura gýomanach eal' thu You, the hunter of the swan
Agus lach air an l˛n And the wild duck on the loch
   
Gura h-Ŕibhinn gach Óit' Clan Neill brought pleasure
'Sam biodh pÓirt de Chlann NŔill To any place
Gura h-uasal gach ˛igear Every noble young man
Leis an ˛lte am fýon Among them who'd drink wine
Air chairtean ag iomairt Playing cards
Gun mhionnan gun strý Without swearing or fighting
Gur ann lÓmh riutha shuidhinn I'd gladly sit by them
Is gu leiginn mo sgýos And take my rest
   
Gura b˛idheach, gura b˛idheach How beautiful, how beautiful
Gura b˛idheach na l˛in How beautiful is the sight of the lochs
Gura b˛idheach an t-aonach How beautiful is
Air an sgaoileadh an ce˛ The misty moorland
Gura b˛idheach an Losaid How beautiful is the Lossit
'S Baile Ghrobain na c˛ir And Ballygrogan before it
Gura b˛idheach Ceann Loch How beautiful is Campbeltown
Far'm bith mo sheachd r¨n ag ˛l Where my love is wont to drink
   
DŔ nam biodh tu mar shionnach How would it be if you were like the fox
Air an tulaich ud thall On the hillock yonder
Agus mise mar eala And I like the swan
Air bharraibh nan tonn On the crest of the wave
Naile, rachainn nad' choinneamh I would go to you
Is mheallainn thu leam And entice you away
L¨b ¨r a' ch¨il chlannaich Young man of the curly hair
Ort-s' tha m'anam an geall My soul is promised to you
   
A Dh˛mhnaill nan D˛mhnall Oh Donald of the Donalds
S¨il mh˛ghair ad' cheann With your gentle eye
Rýgh, gur math thig dhuit triubhais Lord, how well the trousers suit you
Dhol a shiubhal nam beann Going to hunt in the hills
'S cha mhios' thig dhuit stocainn No worse the hose
Br˛g shocair 'si teann Or a well-fitting shoe
'S tric a laigh mi ri d' thaobh Often have I lain by your side
'S ann leam a b'aobhach bhi ann It is where I would be now