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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn |
My love, the brown-haired youth |
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg |
To whome I gave my love when young |
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Dhùraichdinn dhut pòg san anmoch |
I would kiss you in the gloaming |
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Ged bhiodh càch ga sheannachas oirnn |
Thought others would be talking about us |
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn |
My love, the brown-haired youth |
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg |
To whome I gave my love when young |
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Gur a mise tha gu h-uallach |
It is I who am cheerful |
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O'n a thàinig an duin' uasal |
Since the gentleman has come |
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Le mo ribinnean mun cuairt dhomh |
With my ribbons about about |
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Cumaidh iad mo ghruag air dòigh |
They will keep my hair in order |
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn |
My love, the brown-haired youth |
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg |
To whome I gave my love when young |
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Sguiridh mi 'bhrìodal nan gillean |
I will stop flirting with the boys |
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Ged is math a bhi ruitha mire |
Although it is pleasant to play with them |
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Bhon tha 'n Caimbeulach gam shireadh |
Since the Campbell is seeking me out |
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Cha téid mi tuilleadh nan coir |
I will no longer go near them |
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn |
My love, the brown-haired youth |
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg |
To whome I gave my love when young |
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Dhòmhnaill dhuallaich 'ic ill' Iosa |
Donald Gilles of the curly hair |
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Bha mi uair a bha mi strì riut |
There was a time when I fought with you |
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Ach bhon thàinig an tighearn' Ileach |
But since the laird from Islay has come |
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Sguiridh mi dheth d' brìodal beòil |
I will stop flirting with you |
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Gur a mise tha fo smallan |
It is I who am sorrowful |
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Direadh 's a' tearnadh a' ghleannain |
Up and down the little glen |
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Cuimhneachadh air gaol mo leannain |
Remembering my sweetheart's love |
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Cha robh car an cainnt a bheòil |
There was no deceit in his speech |
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn |
My love, the brown-haired youth |
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg |
To whome I gave my love when young |
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Ged a gheibhinn-sa air m' àilgheas |
Though I should get my choice |
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Na tha dh'òr aig Rìgh na Spàinne |
Of all the gold of the king of Spain |
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'S mòr a b' fheàrr a bhi air àirigh |
Much would I prefer to be on a shieling |
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Cluaineas leis a Mhàrtainn òg |
Sporting with the young Martin |
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn |
My love, the brown-haired youth |
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg |
To whome I gave my love when young |
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Ach beul sìos air luchd na farchluais |
But curse on the eavesdroppers |
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'S luchd nam breug chan iad as fhasa |
And the tellers of tales who are no better |
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'S mi gun siùbhladh fad air astar |
I would travel a far distance |
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Dh'éisdeachd cantanas do bheòil |
To hear the speech of your lips |
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn |
My love, the brown-haired youth |
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg |
To whome I gave my love when young |
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O, nam bithinn-sa cho fìnealt' |
Oh if I were refined |
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'S gun deanainn litir a sgrìobhadh |
So that I could write a letter |
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Rachadh fìos thugaibh a dh'Ile |
A report would go to you in Islay |
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Nach b'e 'n fhìrinn thug iad oirnn |
That is was not the truth they spoke of us |
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn |
My love, the brown-haired youth |
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg |
To whome I gave my love when young |
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Dhùraichdinn dhut pòg san anmoch |
I would kiss you in the gloaming |
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Ged bhiodh càch ga sheannachas oirnn |
Thought others would be talking about us |
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Mo ghaol òigfhear a chuil duinn |
My love, the brown-haired youth |
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Dhan tug mi mo loinn 's mi òg |
To whome I gave my love when young |
