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Ruith Na Gaoith 'S Mr Mo Chram 'S Mi Ga Stuireadh
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Arthur Cormack
   
Appears On: Ruith Na Gaoith
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
'S mr mo churam 's mi ga stuireadh Great is my distress as I steer her
'S i long mhr nan tri chruinn ur i The big ship of three new masts
'S ged is taitneach leam a crsa And though her course is a pleasant one
B'annsa bhi sugradh ri'm cheud-ghaol I'd rather be sporting with my first love
'S mr mo churam 's mi ga stuireadh Great is my distress as I steer her
   
Tha mi nochd a'dol a sholadh Tonight I set sail
'S beag mo shunnd ri gabhail rain I'm in no mood for singing songs
'N fhairge domhain 's a'ghaoth cmhl' ris The deep sea, together with the wind
'Stroiceadh nan sol as a cheile Tearing the sails from each other
'S mr mo churam 's mi ga stuireadh Great is my distress as I steer her
   
Gur e mise tha gu brnach I am filled with sorrow
Moch 's a mhadainn deanamh ran In the early morning, composing a song
Fuaim nan tonn an deidh mo lenadh The sound of the waves has wounded me
'S olc an col a bhith gan eisdeachd As I listen to the mischievous music they make
'S mr mo churam 's mi ga stuireadh Great is my distress as I steer her
   
Ma tha thu smaoineachadh a' Mhiri If you think, Mary
Gur ann gad mhealladh a bha mi That I was trying to beguile you
'S mi nach earba tu ri m'bhrthair I would not confide in my brother about you
Ged 's e mac mo mhthair fhin e Although he is my own mother's son
'S mr mo churam 's mi ga stuireadh Great is my distress as I steer her
   
Sheil is sheid 's dh'at an fhairge The waves showered and blew and swelled
Bha i falbh cho luath ri earba The boat moved as fast as a roe deer
Bhrist a 'centre-bit' na sgealpan Her centre-bit broke into splinters
Stuir no failm cha deanadh feum dhi Neither rudder nor helm was any use to her
'S mr mo churam 's mi ga stuireadh Great is my distress as I steer her
   
'S ma 's e fear thu theid a dh'Ile And if you will go to Islay
Ni mi ltir bhn a' sgriobhadh I will compose a letter on white paper
Dh'ionnsaigh maltag nan suil mogach To the gentle girl of the smiling eyes
B'g a thug mi fhin mo spis dhi I was young when I gave her my affection
'S mr mo churam 's mi ga stuireadh Great is my distress as I steer her
   
'S i long mhr nan tri chruinn ur i The big ship of three new masts
'S ged is taitneach leam a crsa And though her course is a pleasant one
B'annsa bhi sugradh ri'm cheud-ghaol I'd rather be sporting with my first love
'S mr mo churam 's mi ga stuireadh Great is my distress as I steer her