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Hóireann ó ha i iù a |
Hóireann ó ha i iù a |
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Hiù ra bhó ra hug éile |
Hiù ra bhó ra hug éile |
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Hóireann ó ha i iù a |
Hóireann ó ha i iù a |
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Chaigh am bàta sios an rubha |
The boat went past the headland |
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'S i ni siubhal fo làn eudadh |
She can move swiftly under full sail |
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'S e mo leannan làmh ga stiùireadh |
My sweetheart's is the hand to steer it |
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S chan eil cùram orm m'a déidhinn |
And I have no need to worry about it |
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'S e mo leannan làmh ga stiùireadh |
My sweetheart's is the hand to steer it |
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Ged a bhiodh muir-cùil ag éirigh |
Even if the wave astern is rising fast |
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Cuir mo stiùir a lamh a' Leòdaidh |
Put my helm in MacLeod's hand |
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Air 'm bu shuarach stòp gin eubhair |
Who thinks nothing of ordering a stoup of gin |
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Air 'm bu shuarach botul branndaidh |
Who thinks nothing of ordering a bottle of brandy |
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As a' gheamhradh n' àm na feuma |
In wintertime when things are scarce |
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Air 'm bu shuarach pinnt is botul |
Who thinks nothing of ordering a pint and a bottle |
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As an tocasaid is céir oirr' |
From the wax-sealed hogshead |
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Chuala mi mach bhon a' bhaile |
I heard out from the town |
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Gu robh mo leannan a' rèiteach |
That my sweetheart was being betrothed |
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Chuala mi sin's rinn mi gàire |
I heard that and I laughed |
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'S e thuirt càch gum b'fheàrr dhomh éisdeachd |
The others said I had better listen |
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'S dìombach mise dha do mhàthair |
I am resentful of your mother |
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A chum sinne, ghràidh, bho chéile |
Who kept us apart, darling |
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Nach do leig dhan t-seòmbar àrd sinn |
Who did not let us to the upper room |
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A thoir ar làmhan dha chéile |
To pledge our troth |
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'S truagh nach robh mi le mo roghainn |
I wish I were with my chosen one |
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Leathad beinne 's aghaidh gréin oirr' |
On the slope of a hill facing the sun |
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'S gun neach a bhith oirnne fagaisg |
With no one near us |
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A dh'aithreasadh oirnne sgeulan |
To tell tales on us |
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'S gun neach a bhith oirnne fagaisg |
With no one near us |
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Ach na rionnagan 's na reultan |
But the stars and heavenly bodies |
