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Ochóin a Righ |
Oh woe is me |
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Gura tinn an galair an gradh |
How sore is the sickness of love |
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Chan eil neach air am bi |
There is no one who suffers |
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Nach saoil gura bliadhna gach la |
That doesn't feel that each day lasts a year |
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Gun bhrist e mo chridh |
My heart is broken |
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'S gun sgaoil e cuislean mo laint |
And sapped the springs of my health |
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Bhith cumha 'na dheidh |
Lamenting him, after leaving him |
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O threig mi fear an fhuilt bhain |
The fair young man |
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Chorus (after each verse): |
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Air falairinn o hug o air falairinn i |
Air falairinn o hug o air falairinn i |
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Air falairinn o hug o air falairinn i |
Air falairinn o hug o air falairinn i |
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Fail e fail o hug o air falairinn i |
Fail e fail o hug o air falairinn i |
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Ochoin, a ghaoil, gum b'aotrom aighearrach sinn |
Oh woe is me, my love, we were once happy and carefree |
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'Nuair theid thu thar sail, a ghraidh |
When you are sailing abroad, love |
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Biodh glainne 'nad dhorn |
Have a glass to hand |
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'S bi 'g ol mo dheoch-slaint 's gach aite |
And drink my good health in each place |
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'N suidh thu aig bord |
Where you are seated at table |
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Do chridhe geal eibhinn |
Your heart is fair, happy |
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Eutrom aighearrach og |
Light, cheerful and young |
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'S bu bhinne do bheul |
And your mouth is sweeter |
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Na 'n teud on tigeadh an ceol |
Than any musical strings |
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Nach robh mi's mo ghradh |
Oh I wish that I and my love |
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Air airigh monaidh na 'n sliabh |
Were on a high shieling on on the braes |
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Na air an traigh bhain |
Or on the white beach |
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Na 'n ait nach robh duine riamh |
In a desereted place where no man goes |
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Seachd oidhche, seachd la |
Seven nights, seven days |
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Gun tamh, gun chadal, gun bhiadh |
Without rest, without sleep, without food |
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Ach thusa bhith, ghraidh |
Only you, my love |
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'S do lamh an tarruinn mam bhian |
With your hands around my middle |
