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Essentially Ishbel An Ataireachd Ard
   
Credits: Donald MacIver; arranged by Ishbel MacAskill
   
Appears On: Essentially Ishbel
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   
Other Versions: "An Ataireachd Ard" on Capercaillie's album The Blood Is Strong
"An Ataireachd Ard" on Karen Matheson's album Time To Fall
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
An ataireachd bhuan The eternal surge of the sea
Cluinn fuaim na h-ataireachd ird Hear the sound of the high-swelling waves
Tha torunn a'chuain The ocean's thunder
Mar chualas leams' e nam phisd Is as I heard it in my youth
Gun mhthadh, gun truas Unchanging, pitiless
A'sluaisreadh gainneamh na trghad Beating the sands on the shore
An ataireachd bhuan The eternal surge of the sea
Cluinn fuaim na h-ataireachd ird Hear the sound of the high-swelling waves
   
Seileach is luachair Willow and rushes
Cluaran, muran is strr Thistles, maram and rough grass
Air tachdadh nam fuaran Have choked the springs
'S an d'fhuair mi iomadh deoch-phitht' Where I got many a quenching drink
Na tobhtaichean fuar Houses are now cold ruins
Le bualan 's cuiseag gu'm brr Overrun with groundsel and dock
'S an deanntagach ruadh Nettles now grow in hearths
Fs suas 's a' chagailt bha blth That once were warm
   
'S na coilltean tha siar In the western forests
Chan iarrainn fuireach gu brath I would never want to live
Bha m'inntinn 's mo mhiann My thoughts and my wishes
A-riamh air lagan a' bhigh Always lay in the hollow of the bay
Ach iadsan bha fial But those who were generous
An gnomh, an caidreamh, 's an gh Of deed, of companionship and of love
Air sgapadh gun don Were scattered helpless
Mar thriallas ealtainn ro nmh As birds flee before danger
   
Ach siibhlidh mi uat I will leave you
Cha ghluais mi tuilleadh nad dhil And come no more to meet you
Tha m'aois is mo shnuadh My age and complexion
Toirt luaidh air giorrad mo latha Herald the end of my days
'S an m dhomh bhith suaint' When it is time to rest
Am fuachd 's an cadal a' bhis In the cold and sleep of death
Mo leabaidh dan suas Make up my bed
Ri fuaim na h-ataireachd ird By the sound of the high swelling waves