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Soraidh bhuam gu Barraidh |
My blessings on Barra |
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Eilean's maisich tha fo'n ghrein |
The most beautiful island under the sun |
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Far an tric an robh mi sugradh |
Where I often played |
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'S le sunna a ruith na spreidh |
And happily herded the cattle |
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Gur lionmhor lus tha fas fo'n druchd |
Plants abound beneath the dew |
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Is deallt air uir as dheidh |
And the fine rain on the soil |
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A' bheireadh slainte is muirneal dhuit |
On a May morning |
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Air maduinn chubhraidh cheit |
Gives forth both good health and happiness |
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An am direadh ris a mhonadh |
I wished for nothing better |
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Measg a' mhurain 'be mo mhiann |
Than to walk through the maram grass |
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Air feasgar fann's an fhoghar |
To the moors |
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Nuair a chromadh air a ghrian |
As the sun sank low on a still autumn evening |
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Gum beathaicheadh am faladh thu |
When the fragrance of the most beautiful plants |
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Far luscan b'aille fiomh |
Would invigorate me |
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An aiteag chubhraidh aluinn |
As would the gentle sea breezes |
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Thig far bharr a' chain an iar |
Coming from the Atlantic |
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An am eirigh anns an t'samhradh |
In the summer |
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'Se bhith ann, bu mhor mo mhiann |
My only wish was to be there |
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Gach iasgair 's e le bhata |
As the fishermen in the boats |
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Dol gu aite a chuir na lion |
Went to lay the lines |
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Nuair a charadh iad siuil shlan rith |
What a joy it was to watch |
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Air bharr nan tonnan liath |
The boats under full sail |
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Bu bhriagha a bhi ga faicinn |
On the crests of the white waves |
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Air a setadh dol dha'n iar |
As they headed on their westerly course |
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'Se Barraidh an t-eilean 's boidhche |
Barra is the most beautiful island |
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Ann cho mor 's gun d'chur mi uigh |
The island of my heart's desire |
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Far an tric an do ghabh mi oran |
When I often sang in the company |
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Measg non oighean maiseach ciuin |
Of serene and beautiful young ladies |
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'S ged tha mi'n duigh air m'aineol |
And although I'm alone today |
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An Australia nan craobh |
In Australia of the trees |
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Cha di-chuimhuich mi a Ghaidhlig |
I'll never forget the Gaelic language |
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Tha i sgriobhte 's a' chlar aig m'aois |
Which is engraved on my mind |
