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Och a Thearlaich og Stiubhart |
Oh young Charles Stewart |
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'Se do chuis rinn mo leireadh |
Your cause is the reason of my sorrow |
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Thug thu uam gach ni bh'agam |
You took from me everything I had |
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Ann an cogadh a'd aobhar |
In the war on your behalf |
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Cha chrodh is cha chairdean |
I am not mourning cattle and sheep |
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Rinn mo chradh ach mo cheile |
But my partner |
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O'n la dh'fhag thu m'i'm aonar |
Since I am left alone |
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Gun sion 'sant-saoghal ach leine |
With nothing but my shroud |
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Mo run geal og |
My bright young love |
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Gur a mis' thair mo sqaradh |
I am torn apart |
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'Sged a chan-am cha bhreug e |
And although I say it, it is no lie |
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'Sioma te bha na bantraich |
My joy turned to sorrow |
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Nach d'fhuair samhladh do'm cheile |
Since you will not return from death |
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Fear do cheille's do thuig-se |
One of your wisdom and understanding |
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Cha robh fur-asd r'a fhaotuinn |
Was not easy to find |
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'Scha do sheas air Cul-lo-dair |
And not one stood at Culloden |
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Fear do choltais bu treine |
Of your appearance and bravery |
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Mo run geal og |
My bright young love |
