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O, tha mise fo gruaimean |
Oh I am unhappy |
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'S beag ioghnadh ged a ghluaisinn duilich |
There's little wonder I go about sadly |
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'S fad' tha mise o I mo chàirdean |
I am from from Iona, land of my people |
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Far 'n d' rinn mi 'fàgail uile |
Where I left them all behind |
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O, tha mise fo gruaimean |
Oh I am unhappy |
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'S iomadh rud a tha 's an àit' seo |
There are many things in this place |
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Nach robh 's an àit' a dh'fhàg sinne |
That were not in the land that we left |
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Cuileagan uaine 's an là ann |
Flies that are green in the daytime |
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'S air an oidhch' a fàs 'nan teine |
And at night they turn into fire |
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'S ged is liath ceann an Dròbhair |
Though the Drover, who came over with us |
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Thàinig nall còmhla ruinne |
Has a head that's gray with age |
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Bha na suaimpeachain cho dlùth ann |
The swamps here are so thick |
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'S gu'n dh'éibh e, "Tha'n dùthaich 'na teine" |
That he cried out, "The country is on fire" |
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Cha chluinn sibh cuthag no gug-gùg ann |
You won't hear the cuckoo or his call here |
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Maduinn chiùin air bràigh glinne |
On a calm morning on the hillside |
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Ach drumaireachd na coilich-ruadha |
Only the drumming of the red grouse cock |
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'S siud a' fuaim tha fuathach dhuinne |
And that's an unpleasant sound to us |
