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Craobh Nan Ubhal Thig Tri Nithean Gun Iarraidh
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Flora MacNeil
   
Appears On: Craobh Nan Ubhal
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   
Other Versions: "3 Things" on Talitha MacKenzie's album Spiorad
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Thig tr nithean gun iarraidh Three things come without asking
An t-eagal, an t-eudach, 's an gaol Fear, jealousy and love
'S gur beag a' chis mhasluidh And it is no cause of shame
Ged ghlacadh leo mis' air a h-aon Though I too have been taken by them
'S a liuthad bean uasal Seeing how many ladies
A fhuaradh 'sa chiont an robh mi Have been found guilty like me
A thug a gaol fuadain Who gave love that proved vain
Air ro bheagan duaise 'ga cheann And little profit to them in the end
   
Sist: Chorus (after each verse):
Air faillirinn, illirinn Air faillirinn, illirinn
Uillirinn ho ro 's mi caoidh Uillirinn ho ro I mourn
'S cruaidh fhortan gun fhios It was a cruel fate that came unaware
A chur mise fo chuing do ghaoil And left me under the yoke of your love
   
Fhir a dhreas am bealach You climb the hill pass
Beir soiridh don ghleannan fo thuath Bear this greeting to the little glen in the north
Is innis do m'leannan And tell my lover
Gur maireann mo ghaol 's gur buan That my love remains and will endure
Fear eile cha ghabh mi I will take no other man
'S chan fhuiling mi idir a luaidh I cannot bear to have it spoken of
Gus an dean thu, ghaoil, m'icheadh And until you deny me, my love
Cha chreid mi o chch gur fuath I will not believe from anyone else that you are hostile
   
Nam faicinn thu tighinn If I saw you coming
Is fios dhomh gur tusa bhiodh ann And know it was indeed you
Gun ireadh mo chridhe My heart would rise up
Mar aiteal na grin' thar nam beann Like a flash of the sun across the mountains
'S gun tugainn mo bhriathar __
Gach gaoisde tha liath na mo cheann Every gray hair in my head
Gum fsadh iad buidhe I swear would become yellow
Mar dhithein am bruthach nan allt Like the flower on the bank of the stream
   
Mur tig thu fhin tuilleadh But if you never com
Gur aithne dhomh mhalairt a th'ann Well do I know what bargain has been made
Nach eil mi cho beartach It is because I am not as wealthy
Ri cailin an achaidh ud thall As the lass with those pastures there
Cha tugainn mo mhisneach Yet I would not give my courage
Mo ghliocas, 'is grinneas mo limh And my good sense and the skill of my hands
Air buaile crodh ballach For any fold of dappled cattle
'Is cailin gun iil 'na ceann And an improvident girl to manage them