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Gun Tmh O Thoir A Nall Am Botul
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Cliar
   
Appears On: Gun Tmh
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Sist: Chorus (after each verse):
O thoir a-nall am Botul Oh pass over the Bottle
He cm thall am bodach Hey, keep the "old boy" over there
Nuair a thogadh e oirnn sogan When he makes us tipsy
'S e 'm Botul bu docha leinn It's the Bottle we prefer
   
B' e siud Earrach dubh a' chala That was the black Spring of darkness
Dh' fhg e iomach aon gun smalan It lifted the gloom from everyone
Thug e uamsa mo chrodh bainne It took from me my milking cows
Sin e gearrain bha mi 'caoidh I lamented the cattle
   
'S gur beag m' idh dhol chun na h-iridh I had little interest in going to the shieling
Shealltainn air mo chuid chruidh luinn To see to my beautiful cattle
'S gun agam dhiu ach na cnmhan Only their bones were left
'S iad gun shliochd, gun l, gun laoigh They were without offspring, young, or calves
   
'S fear as lugha gheibh de 'n t-saoghal The man who has least worldly possessions
Bidh e 'str ri tuilleadh fhaotainn Will fight to get more
Gheibh sinn uile biadh is aodach We will all get food and clothes
'S cha toir daoran maoin don chill And a miser cannot take his riches to the grave
   
'S lon am Botul, lon a dh dhiu Fill the Bottle, fill two of them
Na biodh cram ort mu 'm pigheadh Don't worry about paying for them
Mur a faigh thu na do lmh e If you don't have it in your hand
N seic' na b dar an t-suim The cow's hide will pay for one of them