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Hi ho ro, mo ghruagach dhonn |
Hi ho ro, my brown-haired lass |
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'S ann ort fhèin a dh'fhàs an loinn |
Whose beauty becomes more beguiling |
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Dh'fhàg siud acaid na mo chom |
The deep love I have for you |
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An gaol cho trom 's a ghabh mi ort |
Has left me sorely wounded |
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Fhuair mi do litir Dimàirt |
Your letter arrived on Tuesday |
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Dh'innseadh dhòmhsa mar a bha |
Telling of what was to be |
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Gu robh thu a' tighinn gun dàil |
It told that your ship would arrive |
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A-mach air bàta Ghlaschu |
In Glasgow without delay |
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Nuair a leugh mi mar a bha |
When I read this |
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Ghabh mi sìos am Brumalà |
I immediately headed for the Broomielaw |
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Chunnaic mi a' tighinn am bàt' |
I saw the ship approach |
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'S an t-àilleagan, an ainnir, innt' |
Carrying the jewel, the maiden |
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Nuair a shìn mi mach mo làmh |
When I held out my hand |
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Thionndaidh thu le fiamh a' ghàir' |
You turned with a slight smile |
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'S labhair thu facal no dhà |
And uttered a couple of words |
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Dh'fhàg iomadh tràth gun chadal mi |
Which left me sleepless many nights |
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'S ann ort fhèin tha ghruag a' fàs |
You have the loveliest hair |
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Cha dubh 's cha ruadh is cha bhàn |
Neither black, nor red, nor fair |
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Ach mar an t-òr as àille snuadh |
But the color of the most beautiful gold |
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Gu buidhe, dualach, camalagach |
Yellow, braided and curled |
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Dhèanainn sgrìobhadh dhut le peannt |
I would write for you with a pen |
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'S dhèanainn treabhadh dhut le crann |
And I would cultivate for you with a plow |
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'S dhèanainn sgiobair dhut air luing |
And I would captain a ship for you |
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Air nighean donn nam meall-shùilean |
Brown-haired lass of the deceiving eyes |
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Meòir is grinn thu air an t-snàth |
You are skilled at working wool |
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No cur peannt air pàipear bàn |
And at writing on blank paper |
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Ach ma chaidh thu null thar sàil |
But if you have gone overseas |
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Dh'Astràilia, mo bheannachd leat |
To Australia, good-bye to you |
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Cha bhi mi tuilleadh fo leòn |
I will no longer be in despair |
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Glacaidh mi tè ùr air spòig |
I'll grab a new one by the hand |
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Solamh bu ghlice bha beò |
Solomon, the wisest man who lived |
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Bha aige mòran leannanan |
Had many sweethearts |
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Hi ho ro, mo ghruagach dhonn |
Hi ho ro, my brown-haired lass |
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'S ann ort fhèin a dh'fhàs an loinn |
Whose beauty becomes more beguiling |
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Dh'fhàg siud acaid na mo chom |
The deep love I have for you |
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An gaol cho trom 's a ghabh mi ort |
Has left me sorely wounded |
