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Orain Floraidh Mo Dh˛mhnullan FhŔin
   
Credits: Neil MacLeod; arranged by Flora MacNeil
   
Appears On: Orain Floraidh
   
Language: GÓidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   
Other Versions: "Mo Dh˛mhnallan FhŔin" on Julie Fowlis' album Cuilidh
"Mo Dhomhnullan FhÚin" on Sýleas' album Play On Light
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Nuair chruinncheas an ˛igridh When the young gather
Gu mire 's gu s˛las For sport and play
Bidh mise nam ˛nar I will be alone
An se˛mar gun ghleus In a room without music
A' cuimhneachadh c˛mhradh Remembering conversations
A fhleasgaich a le˛n mi With the lad who caused me pain
'S an gaol thug mi ˛g And the love I gave young
Do mo Dh˛mhnullan fhŔin To my own Donald
   
Bidh m'athair 's mo mhÓthair My father and mother
Ri gearain 's ri crÓmhan Complain and moan
A cantainn nach fheÓrr mi They say I am no better
Na pÓisde gun chŔill Than a foolish child
Mo ghaol thoirt a dh'˛igfhear To give my love to a young man
Bhios daonnan a se˛ladh Who is always at sea
'Sa sgaoileas a st˛ras And gives gifts
Gun gh˛ ris gach tŔ To every girl
   
Nuair thachradh an c˛mhlan When the company meet
'S a'chlachan Did˛mhnaich In the village on Sunday
Nam measg cha robh ˛igfhear Among them there was no young man
Cho c˛mhnard na cheum As surefooted
Cho beusail 'na ch˛mhradh Nor as well spoken
Cho fearail na dh˛ighean And manly in his ways
Bhiodh s¨il aig gach ˛igh All the young girls admire
Air mo Dh˛mhnullan fhŔin My own Donald
   
Tha dualagan b˛idheach I have a lock
Dhe d' chuailean 'nam ph˛ca Of your hair in my pocket
Do dhealbh air a c˛mhdach Your photograph is
Le ˛r ann an cŔis In a gold frame
Do sh¨ilean cho be˛ leam Your eyes are alive to me
Do ghruaidh mar na r˛san Your cheeks are like the rose
Ag ¨rachadh dh˛mhsa Reminding me of
Mo Dh˛mhnullan fhŔin My own Donald
   
Tha bliadhn' agus c˛rr There is a year or more
Bho na thriall e 'o e˛las Since he left home
'S tha iomhaigh cho be˛ leam His face is as alive to me
'S ged she˛ladh e 'n dŔ As if he had sailed yesterday
Cha ghŔill mi do dh'˛igfhear I won't consider any young man
'S cha chŔill mi na b˛idean And I won't break the promise
Na gaol a thug mi ˛g That I gave when young
Do mo Dh˛mhnullan fhŔin To my own Donald