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Chorus (after each verse): |
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Fail èile 's ho ro |
Fail èile 's ho ro |
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Fail èile 's ho ro |
Fail èile 's ho ro |
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Fail èile 's ho ra hu |
Fail èile 's ho ra hu |
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Hog i ò 's na hu hì |
Hog i ò 's na hu hì |
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Ged is math a bhith seòladh |
Though it is enjoyable to be sailing |
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'S olc a tha i 'gam chòrdadh |
I cannot say I'm enjoying it just now |
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'S mòr gum b' fheàrr a bhith 'm Bòsta |
I would rather be in Bosta |
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Cur an eòrna 'san raon |
Planting the corn in the field |
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Och a Rìgh gur trom m' osna |
Oh Lord, I've a heavy, sighing heart |
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'S fhada ò mo luaidh anochd mi |
My love is far away from me tonight |
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Mise tuath air Ceann Lochlainn |
I'm away in the north at the Cape of Norway |
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'S ise aig Loch an Fhir Mhaoil |
While she's at Loch an Fhir Mhaoil |
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Dh' fhalbh i, ghlais i leinn dhaichaidh |
It set sail for home with us |
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Chuir i chuairt ud air Arcaibh |
It sailed 'round Orkney |
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Le cruinn ùra 's siùil gheala |
With new masts and white sails on her |
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Tìde mhara 's i leinn |
She was running with the tide |
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On a fhuair mi làn òrdugh |
Since I got a definite order |
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An t-soitheach a sheòladh |
To sail the ship |
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'S ann stiùireas mi 'n t-sròn aic' |
I'll steer her prow |
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Air MacDhòmhnaill a' Chaoil |
Towards MacDonald of the Kyle |
