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H́thillean na h́llean ́ |
Hithillean na hillean i |
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H́thillean na h́llean ̣ |
Hithillean na hillean o |
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Fàillill èile 's ḥro ́ |
Faillill eile 's horo i |
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Mo thruaighe mi mur faigh mi thu |
Woe is me if I do not win your hand |
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S e mo cheist an gille donn |
He is my darling, the brown-haired man |
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Thèid do chrannaibh àrd nan long |
Who would climb the highest mast |
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'S ged bhiodh tu gun ń gun fhonn |
Although you were penniless, without land |
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A d'aodach lom gun gabhainn thu |
Your clothes thin, I would have |
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M'eudail m'aighear is mo luaidh |
My treasure, my joy and my love |
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Sẹladh àrd air druim a'chuain |
Sailing high on the crest of the waves |
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Saoilidh mi an ceann gach uair |
I think that after each hour |
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Gun tig thu nuas gam amharc-sa |
You will come down to look at me |
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Tha mi gun airgead is gun ̣r |
I am without silver and gold |
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Chan e seo a rinn mo lẹn |
That's not what hurts me |
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Ach nach fhaic mi thu rim bhẹ |
But that I shall not see you while I live |
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A'sẹladh taobh an fhearainn seo |
Sailing near this land |
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H́thillean na h́llean ́ |
Hithillean na hillean i |
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H́thillean na h́llean ̣ |
Hithillean na hillean o |
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Fàillill èile 's ḥro ́ |
Faillill eile 's horo i |
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Mo thruaighe mi mur faigh mi thu |
Woe is me if I do not win your hand |
