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Chorus (after each verse): |
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O a ruin, gur a tu th' m'aire |
Oh love, you are on my mind |
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O a ruin, gur a tu th' m'aire |
Oh love, you are on my mind |
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Tu-fhein a ruin, gura tu th'air m'aire |
It is you, oh love, who is on my mind |
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Gur e do shugragh tha tighinn fainear dhomh |
It is your playfulness that I think of |
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Cha togar fonn leam ach trom th'air m'aineol |
A song doesn't lift me, but I am heavy of heart |
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Cha dean mi òran 's an doigh bu mhath leam |
I will not make a song the way I used to |
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Gur mi bha gorach, nuair thug mi gealladh |
I was foolish when I made a promise |
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Dh'an nigheag oig a th'an comhnuidh 'n Canna |
To the young girl from Canna |
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Gur mi bha stàiteal nuair dh'fhàg mi Ailean |
I was stately before I left Allen |
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A'togail gàradh, 'sa càradh beulach |
Building walls and fixing fences |
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Gum b'fheàrr bhith ann airneo 's meallt mo bharail |
I would prefer to be there than |
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Na bhith 'san àm seo 'san taing nan Gallaibh |
Than to be here obliged to the Galls |
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Nuair nì sinn gluasad Dìluain dh'an bhaile |
When we left Monday to go to the town |
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Bha bodaich Gallt ann a gheall ar meallachd |
There were English old men there who made us promises |
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Cha tuig mi nàduir le cànan Gallaich |
I didn't understand the English language |
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Tha mise dall gun an càinnt am theangaidh |
I am blind without my language |
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Thoir soiridh bhuamsa thar cuan dh'a m' leannan |
Send my greetings over the sea to my sweetheart |
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Is innsaibh fhein dhi gu bheil mi fallain |
And tell her that I'm healthy |
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Gu bheil mi'n drast ann an Cader Parish |
And I am yet in Cader parish |
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'S gu deachaidh Gàidhlig an àite seallaidh |
And that Gaelic has gone from my view |
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'S tu Chatriona, tha tighinn air m'aire |
And you Catriona, you are on my mind |
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Gur e do stòras a rinn mo mhealladh |
It is your treasures which have enticed me |
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'S tu bhith bòidheach, gun bhosd, gun bharrachd |
And you are beautiful, without boasting, without superiority |
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Dh'en fhine mhòr 'o MhacLeoid na Hearradh |
From the great line of the MacLeods of Harris |
