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Secret People Bonaparte
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Capercaillie
   
Appears On: Secret People; Cåpèrçaillie; Live In Concert
   
Language: Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
O gu sunndach mi air m' astar I'm happy on my journey
Falbh gu siubhlach le bheag airtneul Travelling swiftly without flagging
Do a chomhrag ri Bonaparte Heading off to do battle with Bonaparte
'S e bha bagairt air Righ deors' He it was who threatened King George
   
Sèist: Chorus (after each verse):
Illean chridheil, bitheamaid sunndach Brave lads, let's be merry
Seasaibh onoir ur duthcha Stand for the honor of your country
Fhad' s a mhaireas luaidh is fudar As long as lead and powder last
De rud chuireadh curam oirnn? What could worry us?
   
Chan eil faillinn ann ra chunntas There is no weakness to be described
Anns na h-armainn nach diultadh In the young heroes who would never retreat
Chan eil gealtachd nan gnuis-san Cowardice is not in their countenance
Cha toir iad grunnd do luchd a' bhosd They will never give ground to the boasters
   
Luchd nan osan gearr 's nam feileadh Men of the short hose and the kilts
Cota sgarlaid orr' mar eideadh With their uniforms of scarlet coats
Gum bu ghasd' iad an am eirigh Splendid they were in attack
'S iad nach geilleadh an deidh an leon They would never yield though wounded
   
Ann am Bruxelles a chaidh innse In Brussels it was told
Gun robh Frangaich tigh'nn nam miltean That the French were coming in their thousands
'S cha bhreug huam gur h-i an fhirinn I tell no lie but the truth
'S iomadh fear bhios sint' gun deo Any a man will be stretched out without breath of life
   
Nam biodh againn, mar bu dual dhuinn If we only had, as was hereditary to us
Lann Chinn-Ilich air ar gualainn The great broadsword with Islay-wrought hilt on our shoulders
Sgoilteamaid an cinn gun cluasan We'd split their heads to their ears
Gam bualadh le smuais nan dorn Pounding them with the smashing of our fists
   
O gu sunndach mi air m' astar I'm happy on my journey
Falbh gu siubhlach le bheag airtneul Travelling swiftly without flagging
Do a chomhrag ri Bonaparte Heading off to do battle with Bonaparte
'S e bha bagairt air Righ deors' He it was who threatened King George