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Oighreachd A Fhleasgaich Oig Bi Furachail
   
Credits: Traditional; lyrics by Ewan MacColl; arranged by Tannas
   
Appears On: Oighreachd
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   
Other Versions: "Gur Daor, Gur Daor A Cheannaich Mi" by Anna Murray on the Ar Cnan 'S Ar Cel compilation
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Am bruadar seo am faoinsgeul e The vision I saw, is it a figment
No'm faod e a bhith for Or could it possibly be true
Do gheallaidhean gun dich'nicheadh tu That you could forget your promises
Air son r no n? For gold or any material thing?
Cha tig, cha tig ath-sgeul dhomh air Never ever will it be repeated
Nan tigeadh b'ibhneach mi Else desolate I should be
Ach o'n chaidh 'n t-snaim do sgaoileadh ort For since you tied the indissoluble knot
Dhe'n t-saogh'l seo tha mi sgth Of this world I am weary
   
Bu daor, bu daor a cheannaich mi Dearly, dearly did I buy
An sonas nach robh buan The transient happiness
Nuair shaoil mi bhith aig cala When I thought I was safely in port
Chaidh mo philleadh chun a' chuain I was sent back to sea
Mo thruaigh' mi, ciod seo dh'fhairich mi Alas, what came over me
Nach d'aithnich thu na b'luaith? That I didn't realize sooner?
Nuair fhuair fear eile, rnaich, thu When another came along desiring you
'S ann dhisg mi as mo shuain Only then did I awake from my slumber
   
A fhleasgaich ig bi furachail Young man, be attentive
Aon earal gabh uam fin And take my advice
Na taobh ri t bhios eireachdail Do not fall for one who is beautiful
Mar aithne dhut a beus But of whose virtue you are unsure
Ged gheibh thu'n coslas aingil i Though she may be angelic in appearance
Mas caileag i gun stidh If she is not of sound character
Gun dean i'n ts dhiot amadan She will make a fool of you
Is aithreachas 'na dhidh And you will live to regret it
   
Am bruadar seo am faoinsgeul e The vision I saw, is it a figment
No'm faod e a bhith for Or could it possibly be true
Do gheallaidhean gun dich'nicheadh tu That you could forget your promises
Air son r no n? For gold or any material thing?
Cha tig, cha tig ath-sgeul dhomh air Never ever will it be repeated
Nan tigeadh b'ibhneach mi Else desolate I should be
Ach o'n chaidh 'n t-snaim do sgaoileadh ort For since you tied the indissoluble knot
Dhe'n t-saogh'l seo tha mi sgth Of this world I am weary