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A Mhairead òg, 's tu rinn mo leon |
Young Margaret, you are the cause of my wound |
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Gur cailean bhòidheach lurach thu |
Beautiful, lovely girl |
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Gur guirme do sùil a' mhadainn chiùin |
Your eye is bluer in the calm morning |
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An dearc air chùl nan duilleagan |
Than the blueberry behind its leaves |
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Gur guirme do sùil a' mhadainn chiùin |
Your eye is bluer in the calm morning |
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An dearc air chùl nan duilleagan |
Than the blueberry behind its leaves |
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Gur gil' thu ghràidh na 'n sneachda bàn |
You are more radiant, my love, than the white snow |
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A' cur air àird nam monaidhean |
That falls on the heights of the moor |
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Gur gil' thu ghràidh na 'n sneachda bàn |
You are more radiant, my love, than the white snow |
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A' cur air àird nam monaidhean |
That falls on the heights of the moor |
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Och, 's i mo mhàthair rinn an call |
It was my mother that wrought the deed |
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Nuair chuir i shealg nan tunnag mi |
When she sent me to hunt the wild duck |
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Och, 's i mo mhàthair rinn an call |
It was my mother that wrought the deed |
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Nuair chuir i shealg nan tunnag mi |
When she sent me to hunt the wild duck |
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'S nuair ràinig mi an linne chaol |
When I got to the narrow pool |
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'S ann bha mo ghaol a' srùthladh innt'e |
It was my love who was bathing there |
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'S nuair ràinig mi an linne chaol |
When I got to the narrow pool |
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'S ann bha mo ghaol a' srùthladh innt'e |
It was my love who was bathing there |
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'S ann teid rinn dhomsa linne caol |
Girl who made for me a shirt of fine cloth |
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Cha dean thu ghaol gi'n tuilleadh |
You will never, my love, make another for me |
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'S ann teid rinn dhomsa linne caol |
Girl who made for me a shirt of fine cloth |
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Cha dean thu ghaol gi'n tuilleadh |
You will never, my love, make another for me |
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Air leabaidh làir chan fhaigh mi tàmh |
On a lowly bed I get no rest |
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'S air leabaidh àird cha chuir iad mi |
On a lofty bed they will not set me |
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Air leabaidh làir chan fhaigh mi tàmh |
On a lowly bed I get no rest |
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'S air leabaidh àird cha chuir iad mi |
On a lofty bed they will not set me |
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Mi 'n diugh 's an dé air cnoc leam fhéin |
Today and yesterday alone on a hillside |
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A' sileadh dheur 's mi turaman |
Shedding tears and rocking myself in grief |
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Mi 'n diugh 's an dé air cnoc leam fhéin |
Today and yesterday alone on a hillside |
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A' sileadh dheur 's mi turaman |
Shedding tears and rocking myself in grief |
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O Rígh nan dùl cum rium mo chiall |
Oh King of the elements, preserve my reason |
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Cha robh mi riamh 's a' chunnart seo |
I have never been in such peril as this |
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O Rígh nan dùl cum rium mo chiall |
Oh King of the elements, preserve my reason |
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Cha robh mi riamh 's a' chunnart seo |
I have never been in such peril as this |
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A Mhairead òg, 's tu rinn mo leòn |
Young Margaret, you are the cause of my wound |
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'S tu dh'fhàg fo bhròn 's fo mhulad mi |
It is you who have left me stricken and desolate |
