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g-Mhadainn Shamhraidh ran Tlaidh Na Mn-Sdhe
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Kathleen MacInnes
   
Appears On: g-Mhadainn Shamhraidh
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
'S e mo leanabh mingiliseach Behold my child, limbed like the kid
Maingiliseach, bualadh nan each And fawn, smiting the horses
Glac nan lireach, nan each cruidheach Seizing the accoutrements of the shod horses
'S nan each snagach, mo leanabh beag The spirited steeds, my little child
'S truagh nach fhaicinn fhin do bhuaile Oh that I could see your cattlefold
Gu h-rd, rd air uachdair slibhe High up on the mountainside
Cta caol ceiteineach uaine A green shaggy jacket
Mud dh ghualainn ghil is line, mo leanabh beag About your two white shoulders with a linen shirt, my little child
'S truagh nach fhaicinn fhin do sheisreach Oh that I could see your team of horses
Fir na didh Men following them
Mni cmhdhail a' tighinn dhachaigh Serving-women returning home
'S na Catanaich a' cur shl And the Clan Chattan sowing the corn
   
O mhlidh bhog, o mhlidh bhog Oh tender hero, oh tender hero
O mhlidh bhog Oh tender hero
Mo bhr a rug, mo choch a shluig Whom my womb brought forth, who swallowed from my breast
Mo ghlin a thog Who was reared on my knee
'S e mo leanabh m' ultach iubhair It is my child, armful of yew
Sultmhor reamhar, mo luachair bhog Happy and fat, my bulrush
M' fheil is m' uighean My flesh and eggss
A n bhruidhinn That will soon be speaking
Bha thu fo mo chrios anuiridh Last year you were beneath my girdle
Lus an toraidh Plant of fertility
'S bidh tu 'mbliadhna gu geal guanach And this year, fair and playful
Air mo ghualainn feadh a' bhaile, mo leanabh beag On my shoulder, you will be going 'round on the homestead
   
Obh i rinn obh o, na cluinneam do len Obh i rinn obh o, let me not hear of your being wounded
Obh i rinn obh o, gun liath thu air chir Obh i rinn obh o, that you naturally become gray
Obh i rinn obh o, gum bioraich do shrn Obh i rinn obh o, that your nose grows sharp as you grow old
Obh i rinn obh o, gun teirig do l Obh i rinn obh o, before your day runs out
Obh i rinn obh inn thu, chan ann o Chlann Choinnich thu Obh i rinn obh inn thu, you are not of the Clan MacKenzie
Bhi rinn obh inn thu, chan ann o Chlann Chuinn thu Bhi rinn obh inn thu, you are not of the Clan MacQueens
Bhi rinn obh inn thu, sol as dorcha leinn thu Bhi rinn obh inn thu, you are of the seed we like best
Sol nan Ledach nan lann 's nan lireach The seed of the Clan MacLeod, of the weapons and armor
B' e Lochlann dthchas do shinnsir Lochlann was the land of your ancestors