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Tladh Nan Cuantan Cliabh Dneag
   
Credits: John "Knox" MacKenzie & John MacMillan; arranged by Allan Henderson & Calum Alex MacMillan
   
Appears On: Tladh Nan Cuantan
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
A Dhneag a bhronag Untidy Dineag
Tha an dealbh thug thu dhmhsa The picture you gave me
A' coimhead cho nenach Looks so strange
'S cho grach le cliabh And foolish with a creel
'S tu tarraing na mnadh AS you gather your peats
Le d' bheannaig 's le d' bhrgan With your tweed shawl, your shoes
Le d' phlca, le d' chta Your little jacket, your coat
'S le d' stoiceannan climh And your woolen stockings
   
Bha an cliabh air do mhuineal The creel on your neck
Cho corrach ri suidhe Was placed so awkwardly
'S nach cumadh an ithris e That the rope strap
Idir an rd Would not keep it up at all
Cha ghlidheadh e mran It would not hold
De chor-fhadan csach Very many spongy peats
Oir thuiteadh an tin s The bottom would fall out of it
Le cuideam nam fd Because of their weight
   
Bha an cliabh air a chradh The creel had been mended
Le siaman r Thearlaich With Charlie's new twisted straw rope
Chuir d' athair am ms ann Your father had put a bottom
Le craicinn an laoigh Of calf skin on it
Cha shuidheadh e cmhnard It would not sit level
Air dronnag na h-ighe On a girl's cushion
Bhitheadh asnaichean breoit' The rotten ribs
Dol a ss na do dhruim Were digging into your back
   
Bha sersa de cht' ort You were wearing a kind of coat
Nach ruigeadh do bhrgan That didn't reach your shoes
Is e lunsi na drgaid It was probably made
'S dcha bha ann Of linsay-woolsey drugget
Bha an dronnag ort ceanngailt Your cushion was tied away
A-null mu do mheadhon Around your middle
'S tu cumail na h-ithris As you held the rope band
Fo d' smiogid le d' laimh Under your chin with your hand
   
Chaidh iomadh ni tharruing Many things were carried
As a chliabh a bh' aig Dollag In Dollag's creel
Eadar feur agus fodar Hay, fodder
Is feamainn is ir Seaweed and soil
Agus todhar na h-crach And manure from the midden
Aig m cur an erna At barley sowing time
Dh'fhg sin an-diugh leint' e All that has broken it
Le asnaichean brit And crushed its ribs
   
Chan fhaod mi do mhbadh I must not vilify you
No idir fo chineadh Nor miscall you
Dibhearsain a tha mi I am joking
Gu gir thoirt air d' chridh' To cheer your heart
Oir is mi brathair do mhathair Because I am your mother's brother
'S tlachdmhor leam tha thu And I am very fond of you
Bidh mise gach l I will always
Dha do thrladh nam chridh' Keep you close to my heart
   
Bidh mise gach l I will always
Dha do thrladh nam chridh' Keep you close to my heart