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'S e mis' bhith fada bho thìr m' eòlais |
Being so far from the land I know |
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Chuir le bròn gu gluasad mi |
Is what has stirred me in my sadness |
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Bhon tha an cianalas gam leòn |
Because nostalgia wounds me |
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Gun eòlaich a bhith mun cuairt orm |
Since there are none around me of the folk I know |
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Feuchaidh mi ri teud mo bheòil |
I will touch the harp-strings of my voice |
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An cuir i 'n òrdugh duanag dhomh |
To see if it can fashion a little song for me |
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Air Uibhist ghleannach, ghorm an fheòir |
About green, grassy Uist of the glens |
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'S air pàirt de dhòigh an t-sluaigh a th' ann |
And something of the way of the people who live there |
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Mullach Langais nuair a chì mi |
When I see the crest of Langais |
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Bheir i inntinn shuaimhneach dhomh |
My spirits rise |
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'S aotrom a ghearras mi sìnteag |
My leap will be light |
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Dìreadh ris a' ghualainn aic' |
As I climb its shoulder |
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Nochdadh sìos ri tìr an aigh |
Looking at the splendid land below me |
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'S ri taighean blàth an t-sluaigh a th' ann |
With the houses of the warm-hearted folk who live there |
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'S ri Eilean Mhorghaidh air an tràigh |
Seeing Morghaidh on the strand |
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Ged 's tric muir-làn 'ga chuartachadh |
The island that the full tide so often goes 'round |
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'M Paibeil far an do bhlais mi tràth |
Paible was the place where I first |
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Air bàidh na màthair bhuanghradhaich |
Tasted a mother's unfailing love |
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Far am fàs an t-eòrna 's fheàrr |
Where the best barley grows |
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Gu diasach, gràinneach, dualanach |
Braided, full-eared, rich in grain |
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Dh'àraich iomadh laoch gun sgàig |
The place that nutures many a valiant warrior |
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'S na bàird a b' fheàrr a chuala sinn |
And the best bards that we have ever heard of |
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Bidh e tighinn gum chuimhne ghnàth |
The warmth and kindness I found there |
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Gach coibhneas bàidh a fhuair mi ann |
Ever come to my mind |
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Bu bhrèagha sealladh sa mhìos Mhàigh |
In the month of May, it was a beautiful sight |
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Na raontan làn de ghruagaichean |
To see the fields |
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Air an aghaidh fiamh a' ghàire |
Full of smiling girls |
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'S air an gàirdean buaraichean |
With spancels on their arms |
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Dol dhan bhuailidh leis na laoigh |
Going to the cattle pen with the calves |
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Nì geum cho binn 's a chuala sinn |
Who call most sweetly |
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An crodh gam freagairt aig a' chuidh' |
And to hear the great lowing of the cows |
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'S gum b' àrd a chluinnte nuallraich iad |
At the fold as they answered them |
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An Cille Mhoire 'n am an òrduigh |
In Kilmuir at Communion time |
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'S an àm nam bòrd a chuartachadh |
When the Communion tables are being served |
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Dhìreamaid ri leathad Phòil |
We would climb up Paul's slope |
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'S bhiodh sealladh brònach, truasal ann |
And there would be a sad and sorrowful sight |
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Sean is òg a' sileadh dheòir |
Young and old weeping |
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Air tolmain bhòidheach uainbhratach |
On beautiful hillocks, carpeted in green |
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'S a' smaointinn air luchd-dàimh nach beò |
Thinking of loved ones no longer living |
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Bhith siud fo 'n fhòd air fuarachadh |
Lying there cold in the ground |
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Mnathan ciatach, tosdach, ciallach |
Excellent, sensible, reserved women |
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Modhail, rianail, luathlamhach |
Courteous, orderly, skillful |
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Càite nise 'n cualas riamh |
Could it be said that niggardliness |
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A' spìocaireachd ri fuaite riu'? |
Was ever found in them? |
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'S minig a thaisbean iad am fialachd |
Often did they show their generosity |
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'S iomadh dhìomh le truacantas |
In many an act of kindness |
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Gur tric thug iad don acrach biadh |
Often did they give food to the hungry |
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Is àite-dìon bhon fhuachd thoirt dha |
And a warm place to shelter in |
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Tìr mo dhaoine, tìr mo ghràidh |
Land of my people, land of my love |
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Ged theireadh càch gur duanaidh i |
Although others might say it is a dreary land |
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Cha do dhealraich grian air àite |
The sun has never shone |
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Leth cho àlainn snuadh rithe |
On a place half as beautiful |
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'S ged nach fhaicear innte craobh |
And though it is treeless |
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Gu faicear fraoch is luachair innt' |
There are heather and rushes |
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Agus muran dubhghorm na raon |
And the dark-green bent grass of the fields there |
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'S iad taobh ri taobh gu cuaileanach |
Growing in tresses side by side |
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Tha cuid sliabh mar bha iad riamh |
Its sides are as they ever were |
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Gu fasgach, feurach, fuaranach |
Sheltered and grassy and full of springs |
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Cnocach, gleannach, sgorach, grianach |
With knolls and glens and crevices |
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Lusach, riasgach, cruachanach |
Sunny, covered with herbage, tussocky and humped |
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Far am faigh a' chaora dìol |
Hillsides where the sheep finds abundance |
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'S gun èis gum biadh i h-uan orra |
And where she can feed her lamb without stint |
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'S bheir iad daonnan don fhiadh |
Hillsides that give food and drink |
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A dheoch, a bhiadh, 's a chluasagan |
And pillows to the deer |
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Tha 'n sealladh mu dheireadh den ghrèin |
The last glimpse of the sun |
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'S i 'n dèidh gach speur a chuartachadh |
After it has circled the whole sky |
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Air fhaicinn na mo dhùthaich fhèin |
May be seen from my land |
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'S i moch ag èirigh suas oirre |
Just before it rises again on it |
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Crìochnaichidh mi 'n diugh mo sgeul |
I must cut short my account for today |
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'S e tìm a ghèill san uair seo dhomh |
Since my time has gone |
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'S ged gheibhinn dusan saoghal fèidh |
And even if I lived twelve times as long as a stag |
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Cha chuir mi 'n cèill gach buaidh a th' oirr' |
I could not recount all the beauties of Uist |
