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Ged tha mo cheann air liathadh |
Although my head has grayed |
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Le deuchainnean is bron |
With forgetfulness and sadness |
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Is grian mo leth-cheud bliadhna |
And the sun of my fifty years |
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Air ciaradh fo na neoil |
Has darkened under the clouds |
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Tha m' aigne air an lionadh |
My thoughts are filled |
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Le iarrtas tha ro mhor |
With a great desire |
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A dh'fhaicinn Eilean Sgiathach |
To see the Isle of Skye |
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Na siantanan 's a' cheo |
The elements and the mist |
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Tha corr 's da fhichead bliadhna |
It is more than forty years |
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Bho'n thriall mi uait gam' dheoin |
Since I left you willingly |
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'S a chuir mi sios mo lion |
And I put down my roots |
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Ann am meadhon baile mhoir |
In the middle of the city |
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Is ged a fhuair mi iasgair |
And although I married a fisherman |
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A lion mo thaigh le stor |
Who filled my house with wealth |
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Bu chuimhneachail mi riamh ort |
You are forever in my mind |
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'S bu mhiann leam bhi 'nad choir |
And I long to be in your shelter |
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Ach co aig a bheil cluasan |
But who has ears |
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No cridh' tha gluasad beo |
Or a heart which beats with life |
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Nach seinneadh leam an duan seo |
Who will not sing this song with me |
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Mu'n truaigh' a thainig oirnn? |
About the hardship which has befallen us? |
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Na milltean a chaidh fhuadach |
The thousands who were cleared |
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Thar chuain gun chuid, 's gun choir |
Deprived of their belongings and their rights |
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Tha miann an cridh' 's an smuaintean |
The desires of their hearts and their thoughts |
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Air Eilean uain' a' Cheo |
Are on the green Isle of the Mist |
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Nis, cuimhnichibh ur cruadal |
Now remember your hardship |
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Is cumaibh suas ur srol |
And keep your banner flying |
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Gu'n teid an roth mu'n cuairt duibh |
For the wheel will not go 'round for you |
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Le neart is cruas nan dorn |
Without strength and hardness of fist |
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Gum bi bhur crodh air buailtean |
Your cattle will be in their folds |
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'S gach tuathanach air doigh |
And every farmer will be happy |
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'S na Sas'nnaich air am fuadach |
And the English would be ousted |
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A Eilean uain' a' Cheo |
From the green Isle of the Mist |
