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Siubhal Allt An t-Si¨cair
   
Credits: Arranged by James Graham & Kris Drever
   
Appears On: Siubhal
   
Language: GÓidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
A' dol tha Allt an t-Si¨cair Going across the Sugar Brook
Air madainn ch¨bhraidh ChŔit On a sweet May morning
Is paidirean geal dl¨th-chneap With little strings of clear close-set beads
Den dri¨chd ghorm air an fheur Of green dew on the grass
Bha Richard 's Robin br¨dhearg Richard and Robin Redbreast
Ri seinn 's fear dhuibh 'na bheus Were singing, one of them the bass
'S goic moit air cuthaig ch¨ilghuirm And the blue-backed cuckoo tossinr her head up proudly
'S gu-g¨g aic' air a' ghŔig Calling cuckoo on the branch
   
Bha sme˛rach cur nan sm¨id dhith The thrush was singing her heart out
Air bacan c¨il leath' fhŔin Alone on a bank in the rear
An dreathan donn gu s¨rdail The wren busily
'S a rifeid-chi¨il 'na bheul With a pipe reed in his mouth
Am bricean-beithe 's l¨b air The linnet bending to the task
'S e gleusadh l¨th a theud Testing the tension of his strings
An coileach dubh ri d¨rdan The blackcock murmuring with his mate
'S a' chearc ri t¨chan rŔidh Cooing gently
   
Na bric a' gearradh sh¨rdag Trout leaping briskly
Ri plubraich dhl¨th le chŔil' Plumping in and out together
Taobh-leumnaich mear le l¨thchleas Leaping sideways merrily and cleverly
Sa bh¨rn le m¨irn ri grŔin In the water, enjoying the sunshine
Ri ceapadh chuileag si¨bhlach Snapping fast moving flies
Lem briseadh l¨thmhor fŔin With agile leaps
Druim lannghorm 's ballbhreac gi¨ran Blue-scaled back, spotted gills
San lainnir ch¨il mar lŔig And gleaming backs, jewel-like
   
Gur s˛las an ce˛l cluaise The loud-sounding lowing of cattle 'round your fold
└rd-bhÓirich bhuar mu ad chr˛ Is joyful music to the ear
Laoigh cheannfhionn bhreaca ghuanach White-headed, brindled, giddy calves answering them
Ri freagadh, 's nuallan bh˛ Along with the bellowing of cattle
A' bhanarach le buaraich The milkmaid with her cow-fetter
'S am buachaille fa c˛ir The cowherd close to her
Gu bleoghan a' chruidh ghuaillfhinn To milk the white-shouldered cows with cogs
Air cuaich a thogas cr˛ic With their head of foam
   
An coire 's fheÓrr san d¨thaich The best corrie in the country
An coire 's s¨ghmhor fonn The corrie of the richest soil
'S e coirean Allt an t-Si¨car The little corrie of the Sugar Brook
An coirean r¨nach lom The mysterious bare little corrie
'S ge lom, gur molach ¨rail And although bare, it is tufty and fresh
Bog miadail 's dl¨th a thom With its knoll and soft luxuriant meadow
'M beil mil is bainne br¨cadh Where milk and honey burst forth
'S uisg' ruith air si¨car pronn And waters run over sugar crystals
   
A' dol tha Allt an t-Si¨cair Going across the Sugar Brook
Air madainn ch¨bhraidh ChŔit On a sweet May morning
Is paidirean geal dl¨th-chneap With little strings of clear close-set beads
Den dri¨chd ghorm air an fheur Of green dew on the grass
Bha Richard 's Robin br¨dhearg Richard and Robin Redbreast
Ri seinn 's fear dhuibh 'na bheus Were singing, one of them the bass
'S goic moit air cuthaig ch¨ilghuirm And the blue-backed cuckoo tossinr her head up proudly
'S gu-g¨g aic' air a' ghŔig Calling cuckoo on the branch