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Cha b'e sneachda 's an reòthadh bho thuath |
It was not the snow and the frost from the north |
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Cha b'e 'n crannadh geur fuar bho 'n ear |
It was not the sharp, cold blasts from the east |
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Cha b'e 'n t-uisge 's a'ghaillionn bho 'n iar |
It was not the rain and the storms from the west |
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Ach an galair a bhlian bho 'n deas |
But the disease from the south that has starved |
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Blàth, duilleach, stoc, agus freumh |
The bloom, foliage, stalk and root |
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Cànan mo threubh 's mo shluaidh |
Of the language of my race and my people |
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Chorus (after each verse): |
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Thig thugainn, thig cò'ruim gu siar |
Come with us, come with me to the west |
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Gus an cluinn sinn ann cànan nam Féinn |
Until we hear the language of the Feín |
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Thig thugainn, thig cò'ruim gu siar |
Come with us, come with me to the west |
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Gus an cluinn sinn ann cànan nan Gàidheal |
Until we hear the language of the Gael |
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Nuair chithear fear-fèilidh'sa ghleann |
When a kilted man was seen in the glen |
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Bu chinnteach gur Gàidhlig a' chainnt |
It was certain that Gaelic was his language |
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Nuair a spion iad a threumh as an fhonn |
But they have torn his roots from the ground |
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'N àite Gàidhlig tha cànan a ghoill |
In place of Gaelic is the Lowlander's language |
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'S a Ghaidhealtachd creadhal-nan-sonn |
And the Highlands, cradle of heroes |
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'S tìr "Mhajors" is "Cholonels" 'n diugh innt' |
Today is the land of majors and colonels |
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"Thoir a nuas dhuinn na coinnleirean òr |
"Bring us down the golden candlesticks |
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'S annt caraibh na coinnlean geal cèir |
And place in them candles of white wax |
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Lasaibh suas iad an seòmair a'bhròin |
Light them in the chamber of sorrow |
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Tìgh-aire seann chànan a' Ghàidheil" |
The wake-house of the Gael's old language" |
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'Se siud o chionn fhad' thuirt an nàmh |
That's what the enemy has long been saying |
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Ach fhathast tha beò cànan a' Gàidheal |
But the language of the Gael still lives |
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Ged theich i le beath' às na glinn |
Although she escaped with her life from the glens |
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Ged na cluinnear a-nis muigh i's an Dùn |
Although she's not heard in the castle |
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O Dhùthaich MhicAoidh, fada tuath |
From Mackay's county in the far north |
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Gu an ruig thu Druim-Uachdar nam bò |
As far as Drumochter of the cattle |
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Gidheadh, anns na n-Eileanan Siar |
Nevertheless in the Western Isles |
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'Si fhathast ann ciad chàinnt an t'sloigh |
She is still the mother tongue of the people |
