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Cliar Mo Chailin Dleas Donn
   
Credits: Hector MacKenzie; arranged by Cliar
   
Appears On: Cliar
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   
Other Versions: "Mo Chailin Dileas Donn" on Capercaillie's album Ndurra
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Gu ma sln a ch mi Healthy may I see you
Mo chailin dleas donn My brown-haired faithful girl
Bean a chuailein ridh air Woman of the smooth tresses
An deas a dh'ireadh fonn Whose shapely form is my delight
'S i cainnt do bheil bu bhinne leam You talk is the sweetest to me
An uair bhiodh m' inntinn trom When my mind is heavy
'S tu thogadh suas mo chridh' And you would lift up my heart
Nuair a bhiodh tu bruidhinn rium Whenever you would speak to me
   
Gur muladach a ta mi Sad am I
'S mi nochd air ird a' chuain Tonight on the high seas
Neo-shunndach mo chadal dhomh My sleep is restless
'S do chaidreamh fada bhuam And I am far from your embrace
Gur tric mi ort a' smaointinn I think on you often
As t' eugmhais tha mi truagh Without you I am nothing
Is mur a dan mi t' fhaotainn And if I can't have you
Cha bhi mo shaoghal buan I will not remain long in this world
   
Tacan mu'n do shel sinn Shortly before I sailed
Is ann a thisich cch Others began
Ri innseadh do mu chruinneag-sa To tell my love
Nach tillin-sa gu brth I would not return
Na cuireadh siud ort gruaimean Don't be downhearted
A luaidh, ma bhios mi sln My love, if I have my health
Cha chm dad idir uait mi Nothing will keep you from me
Ach saighead chruaidh a' bhis But the harsh arrow of death
   
Tha'n t-snaidhm a-nise ceangailte The knot is now tied
Gu daingeann agus teann Strongly and tightly
Ged theireadh cch, 's iad fanaid rium Though others say scornfully
Nach eil mo phrothaid ann That there is no gain in it for me
Am fear aig a bheil fortan The man who has a fortune
Tha crois aige na cheann Has a troubled mind
'S tha mise taingeil, toilichte And I am thankful and happy
Ged tha mo sporan gann Though my money is scarce
   
Gu ma sln a ch mi Healthy may I see you
Mo chailin dleas donn My brown-haired faithful girl
Bean a chuailein ridh air Woman of the smooth tresses
An deas a dh'ireadh fonn Whose shapely form is my delight
'S i cainnt do bheil bu bhinne leam You talk is the sweetest to me
An uair bhiodh m' inntinn trom When my mind is heavy
'S tu thogadh suas mo chridh' And you would lift up my heart
Nuair a bhiodh tu bruidhinn rium Whenever you would speak to me