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Craobh Nan Ubhal Cha B'e Direadh A' Bhruthaich
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Flora MacNeil
   
Appears On: Craobh Nan Ubhal
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Cha b'e dreadh a' bhruthaich It was not climbing the hillside
Dh'fhg mo shiubhal gun treir That left my walk without strength
Na teas ri l grineadh Not the heat of the day
Nuair a dh'ireadh i oirnn When the sun rises high
   
Na teas ri l grineadh Not the heat of the day
Nuair a dh'ireadh i oirnn When the sun rises high
Gu bheil moill' air mo lirsinn There is a dimness in my vision
'S cha lir dhomh ceum rid I cannot make out what is closer to me
   
Gu bheil moill' air mo lirsinn There is a dimness in my vision
'S cha lir dhomh ceum rid I cannot make out
Cha lir dhomh ni 's fhaisge What is closer to me
Fi a' bhata 'nam dhorn Not even the staff in my fist
   
Cha lir dhomh ni 's fhaisge What is closer to me
Fi a' bhata 'nam dhorn Not even the staff in my fist
'S mi 'sa ghleannan bheag phreasach And I in a little glen of copses
'S mo lethcheann air ln My cheek on the sward
   
'S mi 'sa ghleannan bheag phreasach And I in a little glen of copses
'S mo lethcheann air ln My cheek on the sward
Treis air smeuran nan drisean A while picking berries from the bramble
Greis air bristeadh nan cn A while cracking hazel nuts
   
Treis air smeuran nan drisean A while picking berries from the bramble
Greis air bristeadh nan cn A while cracking hazel nuts
'Se mo dhubhailt mo bhreacan My plaid is my towel
'Se mo chopan mo bhrg My shoe is my cup
   
'Se mo dhubhailt mo bhreacan My plaid is my towel
'Se mo chopan mo bhrg My shoe is my cup
'Se mo thaigh mr gach glacan A hollow is my mansion
'Se mo leabaidh gach frig Any dark nook my bed
   
'Se mo thaigh mr gach glacan A hollow is my mansion
'Se mo leabaidh gach frig Any dark nook my bed
'S ged a dh'fhadainn-sa teine And if I kindle a fire
Ch fear foille dheth ce An informer will see its smoke
   
'S ged a dh'fhadainn-sa teine And if I kindle a fire
Ch fear foille dheth ce An informer will see its smoke
'S ged a cheannaichinn-sa buideal If I buy a keg
Chan fhaigh mi cuideachd g'a l I cannot get company to drink
   
'S ged a cheannaichinn-sa buideal If I buy a keg
Chan fhaigh mi cuideachd g'a l I cannot get company to drink
'Si do nighean-sa, Dhonnchaidh It is your daughter, Duncan
Dha'n tug mi'n tromghaol, 's mi g Who put this burden of love on me in my youth
   
'Si do nighean-sa, Dhonnchaidh It is your daughter, Duncan
Dha'n tug mi'n tromghaol, 's mi g Who put this burden of love on me in my youth
T dha bheil an cl dualach A girl whose hair is in ringlets
O guaillean gu brig From shoulder to shoe
   
T dha bheil an cl dualach A girl whose hair is in ringlets
O guaillean gu brig From shoulder to shoe
'Se sios ma da shlinnein Descending between her shoulder blades
A's an ionad as boidhch' The fairest part
   
'Se sios ma da shlinnein Descending between her shoulder blades
A's an ionad as boidhch' The fairest part
'S mr gu'm b'fherr dhut mi agad You would be far better off with me
Na aon mhac breabadair be Than with any weaver's son alive
   
'S mr gu'm b'fherr dhut mi agad You would be far better off with me
Na aon mhac breabadair be Than with any weaver's son alive
Ged nach deanainn dhut fighe Though I could not make cloth for you
Bhiodh iasg is sitheann mu'd bhrd You would have venison and salmon on your board
   
Ged nach deanainn dhut fighe Though I could not make cloth for you
Bhiodh iasg is sitheann mu'd bhrd You would have venison and salmon on your board
'S truagh nach robh mi 's tu, ghaolaich Alas that you and I are not
Anns an aonaich 'm bi 'n ce Out in the misty moorlands
   
'S truagh nach robh mi 's tu, ghaolaich Alas that you and I are not
Anns an aonaich 'm bi 'n ce Out in the misty moorlands
Ann am bthaig bhig bharraich In a little hut of birch-twigs
'Gun bhith mar rium ach d'fheil And no company but your own body
   
Ann am bthaig bhig bharraich In a little hut of birch-twigs
'Gun bhith mar rium ach d'fheil And no company but your own body
'S mi gu snmhadh an caolas How I would swim the narrows
Airson filteachd do bheil For the sake of the welcome of you lips