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Och a Thearlaich og Stiubhart |
Alas, young Charles Stewart |
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'Se do chuis rinn mo leireadh |
It is your cause that has left me desolate |
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Thug thu 'uam gach ni bh'agam |
You took from me everything |
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Ann an cogadh 'nad aobhar |
That I had in a war in your cause |
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Cha chrodh is cha chaoraich |
It is not cattle or friends |
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Tha mi 'caoidh ach mo cheile |
That have pained me, but my spouse |
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O'n la dh'fhag e mi 'm aonar |
Since the day that you left me alone |
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Gun sion san t-saoghal ach leine |
With nothing in the world but my shift |
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Mo run geal og |
My fair young love |
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Bu tu fear mor bu mhath cumadh |
You were the tall man, and handsome |
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O do mhullach gu d' bhrogan |
From the crown of your head to your shoes |
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Tha do shlios mar an eala |
Your side was like the swan |
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'S bias na meala air do phogan |
Your kisses tasted of honey |
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D'fhalt dualach donn lurach |
Your curled, brown, beautiful hair |
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Mu do mhuineal an ordugh |
Was arranged 'round your neck |
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'Se gu camalubach cuimir |
Ringleted and elegant |
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Gach aon toit urram d'a bhoidhchead |
So that all paid tribute to its beauty |
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Mo run geal og |
My fair young love |
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O gur mise th'air mo sgaradh |
How distraught I am |
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'S ged do chanam cha bhreug e |
And though I say it, it is no lie |
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'S iomadh te bha 'm banntrach |
There is many a widow |
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Nach tug __ dhut fheine |
Who did not get the equal of my spouse |
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Fear do cheile 's do thuigse |
A man of your good sense and understanding |
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Cha robh furasd ri fheudainn |
Was not easy to find |
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'S cha do sheas an Cul-lodair |
And there stood not on Culloden's field |
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Fear do choltais bu treine |
A more valiant man of your mien |
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Mo run geal og |
My fair young love |
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Och nan och, gur mi bochdag |
Alas and alack |
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'S mi lan osnaich an comhnaidh |
What a wretch I am, ceaselessly sighing |
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Chaill mi duil ri thu thighinn |
I lost hope of your return |
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Thuit mo chridhe gu dortadh |
My heart burst with sorrow |
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Cha tog fidheall no clarsach |
Neither fiddle or harp will raise it |
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Piob no taileasg no ceol e |
Nor pipe nor gaming nor music |
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Nis o chuir iad thu'n tasgadh |
Now that they have laid you to rest |
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Cha duisg caidreabh duin' oig mi |
Young men's company does not arouse me |
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Mo run geal og |
My fair young love |
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Bha mi greis ann am barail |
For a while |
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Gun bu mhaireann mo cheile |
I imagined my spouse was alive |
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Is gun tigeadh tu dhachaidh |
And that you would come home |
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Le aithghearr 's le aoibhneis |
With joy and happiness |
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Ach tha'n t-am dhol thairis |
But the time has gone by |
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'Is chan fhaic mi fear d'eugais |
And I shall not see one like you |
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Gus an teid mi dhan annart |
Until I go under the ground |
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Cha dealaich do speis rium |
My love for you will not leave me |
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Mo run geal og |
My fair young love |
