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Hoireann ó ho hì dhiù o |
Hoireann ó ho hì dhiù o |
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Hi ùrabh o ró hug éileadh |
Hi ùrabh o ró hug éileadh |
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Hoireann ó ho hì dhiù o |
Hoireann ó ho hì dhiù o |
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Chì mi 'm bàta seach an rubha |
I see the ship go past the headland |
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'S i 'na siubhal fo làn-éideadh |
She is moving 'neath full canvas |
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'S àrd a chluinntear fuaim a daraich |
Loudly sounds her oaken planking |
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'S i 'na deannaibh tro'n chaol Shléibhteach |
As through Sounds of Sleat she races |
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'S àrd a chluinntear fuaim a cupla |
Loudly sound her shrouds |
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Air muir guchagach ag éirigh |
On the foaming sea a-rising |
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Bidh i an tir Mhic Nìll fo latha |
She'll reach by dusk MacNeil's country |
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'S fir 'ga caitheamh as an léintean |
Her crew rowing in their shirt-sleeves |
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Bidh an stiùir an làimh mo leannain |
My sweetheart's hand is on the rudder |
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'Oganach deas fearail feucannt |
A skillful youth, manly and handsome |
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Bidh an stiùir an làimh nan gillean |
The young man's hands are on the rudder |
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O 's iad fhéin as binne dh'éibheas |
Oh most melodious their crying |
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Bidh an stiùir an làimh an Leòdaich |
MacLeod's hands are on the rudder |
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Air am bu shugrach òl sinéabhar |
Who cared to drink Geneva |
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Gur ann orm tha sgrìob na pòige |
Of kissing I have a premonition |
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'S cha n-eil sòlas orm mu déidhinn |
And about it I'm not happy |
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Bho nach faighinn pòg mo leannain |
Since I'd not get my sweetheart's kisses |
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Ge b'e cala an dian e éirigh |
In whatever harbor he happens |
