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Gur duilich leam mar tha mi |
Sad I consider my condition |
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'S mo chridhe 'n sas aig bron |
With my heart engaged with sorrow |
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Bhon an uair a dh'fhag mi |
From the very time that I left |
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Beanntan ard a'cheo |
The high bens of the mist |
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Gleanntannan a'mhanrain |
The little glens of dalliance |
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Nan loch, nam bagh 's nan srom |
Of the lochans, the bays and the forelands |
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'S an eala bhan tha tamh ann |
And the white swan dwelling there |
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Gach la air 'm bheil mi 'n toir |
Whom I daily pursue |
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A Mhagaidh na bi tursach |
Maggie, don't be sad |
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A ruin, ged gheibhinn bas |
Love, if I should die |
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Co am fear am measg an t-sluaigh |
Who among men |
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A mhaireas buan gu brath? |
Endures eternally? |
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Chan eil sinn uile ach air chuairt |
We are all only on a journey |
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Mar dhithein buaile fas |
Like flowers in the deserted cattle fold |
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Bheir siantannan na blianna sios |
That the year's wind and rain will bring down |
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'S nach tog a'ghrian an aird |
And that the sun cannot raise |
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Tha 'n talamh leir mun cuairt dhiom |
All the ground around me |
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'N mheallan suas 's na neoil |
Is like hail in the heavens |
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Aig na 'shells' a'bualadh |
With the shells exploding |
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Cha leir dhomh bhuam le ceo |
I am blinded by smoke |
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Gun chlaisneachd aig mo chluasan |
My ears are deafened |
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Le fuaim a'ghunna mhoir |
By the roar of the cannon |
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Ach ged tha 'n uair seo cruaidh orm |
But despite the savagery of the moment |
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Tha mo smuaintean air NicLeoid |
My thoughts are on the girl called MacLeod |
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Air m'uilinn anns na truinnsichean |
Crouched in the trenches |
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Tha m'inntinn ort, a ghraidh |
My mind is fixed on you, love |
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Nam chadal bidh mi a'bruadar ort |
In sleep I dream of you |
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Cha dualach dhomh bhith slan |
I am not fated to survive |
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Tha m'aigne air a lionadh |
My spirit is filled |
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Le cianalas cho lan |
With a surfeit of longing |
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'S a' ghruag a dh'fhas cho ruadh orm |
And my hair once so auburn |
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A nis air thuar bhith ban |
Is now almost white |
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Oidhche mhath leat fhein, a ruin |
Good night to you, love |
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Nad leabaidh chubhraidh bhlath |
In your warm, sweet-smelling bed |
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Cadal samhach air a chul |
May you have peaceful sleep and afterwards |
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Do chusgadh sunndach slan |
May you waken healthy and in good spirits |
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Tha mise 'n seo 's an truinnsidh fhuar |
I am here in the cold trench |
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'S nam chluasan fuaim a' bhais |
With the clamor of death in my ears |
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Gun duil ri faighinn as le buaidh |
With no hope of returning victorious |
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Tha 'n cuan cho buan ri shnamh |
The ocean is too wide to swim |
