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Siubhal ran An t-Saighdeir
   
Credits: Arranged by James Graham & Mary Ann Kennedy
   
Appears On: Siubhal
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   
Other Versions: "ran An t-Saighdear" on Arthur Cormack's album Ruith Na Gaoith
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Latha dhomh 's mi sraidearachd One day as I strolled
Gu h-rd os cionn Dhunidean High above Edinburgh
'S ann thachair orm an saighdear I met the soldier
Is dh'fhoighneachd e mo sgeul dhiom And he asked me about myself
   
Sist: Chorus:
Hi r hill hug irinn o Hi r hill hug irinn o
Hi r hill mo dhideag Hi r hill mo dhideag
Hi r hill hug irinn o Hi r hill hug irinn o
   
'S ann thachair orm an saighdear I met the soldier
Is dh'fhoighneachd e mo sgeul dhiom And he asked me about myself
'S thuirt e rium a liostaiginn He asked me if I would enlist
'S gun sheas mi greis 's gun dh'ist mi I stood for a while and listened
   
'S thuirt e rium a liostaiginn He asked me if I would enlist
'S gun sheas mi greis 's gun dh'ist mi I stood for a while and listened
Is thuirt e rium 's a Ghidhlig And he said to me in Gaelic
'S i chiird as fherr bho'n ghrin i It's the best profession under the sun
   
Is thug e dh'an taigh-sda mi He took me to the inn
On dhenaich e bhi ridh rium Because he wished to befriend me
Is chuir e bean na bainnse And he put the Queen's shilling
Nam limh am fianuis cheudan In my hand witnessed by hundreds
   
Is chuir e bean na bainnse And he put the Queen's shilling
Nam limh am fianuis cheudan In my hand witnessed by hundreds
Mo mhollachd aig an Fhrangach My curses on the Frenchman
Na champa chaoidh cha tid mi I will never go to his camp
   
Mo mhollachd aig an Fhrangach My curses on the Frenchman
Na champa chaoidh cha tid mi I will never go to his camp
'S mo mhollach aig a Chornailier And my curses on the Colonel
Cha tug e frladh fhin dhomh He did not even give me leave
   
'S mo mhollach aig a Chornailier And my curses on the Colonel
Cha tug e frladh fhin dhomh He did not even give me leave
'S na caileagan a psadh And the girls are marrying
'S nach fhaigh mi cir air t dhuibh And I cannot get one of them