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Bu chaomh leam bhi siubhal |
I love to be wandering |
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Bhi siubhal, sa siubhal |
And wandering, and wandering |
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Bu chaomh leam bhi siubhal |
I love to go wandering |
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Thar mullach Rudh' Stòir |
Across the summit of Rhu Stoer |
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Bu chaomh leam bhi ghluasad |
I love to be moving |
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Sa dearc mu na bruachan |
And looking amongst the braes |
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Far na chleachd mi bhi cluaineis |
Where I used to play |
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Gun uallach no bròn |
Without care or sorrow |
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'S e bhi siubhal an aonaich |
Traversing the slope |
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A' sireadh nam caorach |
Searching for sheep |
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An obair bu chaomh leam |
The work I loved when |
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'S mi aotrom is òg |
I was light-hearted and young |
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Ach 's ann tha mi nis aosmhor |
But now I am old |
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'S chan urra 's chan fhaod mi |
And I cannot and must not |
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Ged is tric tha mo smaointean |
Though often my thoughts |
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Air aonach Rudh' Stòir |
Are on the slopes of Rhu Stoer |
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Air dhomh èirigh 's a' mhadainn |
On rising in the morning |
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Gun chùram, gun chabhaig |
Without care or hurry |
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'S de lite 's de bhainne |
Of porridge and milk |
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Gun gabhainn mo leòr |
I would take my fill |
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'S le mo chù aig mo chasan |
And with my dog at my feet |
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Agus m'aghaidh ri beallach |
And my face to the hill |
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Chan iarrainn bhi agam |
I would ask for nothing |
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Ach bat' bhi nam dhòrn |
But a crook in my hand |
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Chuirinn m'uchd ris gach bruthaich |
I'd set my face to the slope |
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Gu sunndach 's gu subhach |
Cheerfully and happily |
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A' dol sìos gus a' Rudha |
Going down to the Rhu |
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Troimh an Chlaismhor |
Through Clashmore |
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Air neo suas Cnoc an Easain |
Or else up through Cnoc an Easain |
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Os cinn Clais an easaidh |
Above Clashnessie |
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Agus chithinn du deas dhiom |
And I'd see to the south of me |
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Gu ruig a' Bheinn Mhòr |
As far as Ben Mòr |
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Ach 's cianail mar thachair |
But it is sad what has happened |
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Bho'n uair ud an Assainn |
Since that time in Assynt |
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An sluagh dhòmh a b'aithne |
The people I knew |
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Air feadh Rudh' a' Stòir |
Around Rhu Stoer |
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Tha chuid mhòr dhiubh san talamh |
Most of them are under the ground |
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'S am beagan tha maireann |
And the few that remain |
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Tha iad crùbach, lag, lapach |
They are lame, weak, frail |
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Agus bacach gun treòir |
Disabled and feeble |
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Bu chaomh leam bhi siubhal |
I love to be wandering |
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Bhi siubhal, sa siubhal |
And wandering, and wandering |
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Bu chaomh leam bhi siubhal |
I love to go wandering |
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Thar mullach Rudh' Stòir |
Across the summit of Rhu Stoer |
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Bu chaomh leam bhi ghluasad |
I love to be moving |
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Sa dearc mu na bruachan |
And looking amongst the braes |
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Far na chleachd mi bhi cluaineis |
Where I used to play |
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Gun uallach no bròn |
Without care or sorrow |
