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'S duilich leam an càrach |
I am dismayed at the condition |
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Th'air Coire ghorm an fhàsaich |
Of the deserted corrie |
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An robh mi greis de m'àrach |
Where I once lived |
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'Sa bhràighe seo thall |
On the Brae yonder |
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'S iomadh fear a bhàrr orm |
There's many's a man besides me |
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A thaitnich e ra nàdur |
Whose heart would be gladdened |
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Nam biodh e mar a bha e |
If it had remained as it was |
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Nuair dh'fhàg mi e nall |
When I left |
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Gunnaireachd is làmhaich |
Shooting and gun volleys |
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'S puirt is aobhar-gàire |
Sport and fun |
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Chleachd bhi aig na h-àrmuinn |
Were enjoyed by the heroes |
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A b'àbhaist 'bhi 'sa ghleann |
Who once populated the glen |
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Rinn na fir ud fhàgail |
Those men left |
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'S Mac Eòghainn th'ann an dràsda |
And MacEwen who now lives there |
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Mar neach an ionad càbaig |
Like a stone in place of cheese |
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An àite na bh'ann |
Replacing those who were once there |
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Tha 'choille bha 'san fhrìth ud |
The wood in that forest |
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Na cuislean fada dìreach |
Long, straight trunks |
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Air tuiteam a's air crìonadh |
Have fallen and withered |
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Sìos air an rùsg |
Down in their bark |
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Na preasan a bha brìoghar |
The fruitful thickets |
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Na dosaibh tiugha lìonmhor |
And the thick and plentiful branches |
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Air seachda' mar gu spìont' iad |
Have withered as though |
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A nìos a's an ùir |
They were plucked from the earth |
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Na failleannan bu bhòidhche |
The most beautiful shoots |
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Na slatan is na h-ògain |
The twigs and the saplings |
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'S an àit am biodh an smeòrach |
And the place where the thrush |
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Gu mòghar a' seinn ciùil |
Sung its gentle song |
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Tha iad uil' air caochladh |
They have all changed |
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Cha d' fhuirich fiodh no fraoch ann |
Neither wood nor heather remains |
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Tha mullach bhàrr gach craoibhe |
The top is missing from every tree |
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'S am maor ga thoirt dhiubh |
Removed by the bailiff |
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Tha Uisge Srath na Dìge |
The Water of Srath-na-Dìge |
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Na shruthladh dubh gun sìoladh |
Runs black and filled with sediment |
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Le barraig uaine liogh-ghlais |
With a gray-green scuf on it |
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Gu mi-bhlasda grànd' |
Foul and ugly |
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Feur-lochain is tàchair |
Marsh and water weed |
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An cinn an duilleag-bhàite |
On top of the water-lily |
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Chan eil gnè tuilleadh fàs ann |
There is nothing else growing |
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San àit' ud san àm |
Now in that place |
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Glumagan a' chàthair |
Boggy pools |
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Na ghlugaibh domhain, sàmhach |
In its dense, still pits |
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Cho tiugh ri sùghan càtha |
Are as thick as corn-husk sowans |
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Na lathaich 's na phlam |
In sediment and slime |
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Sean bhùrn salach ruaghain |
Stale, dirty scurf-water |
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Cha ghloinne ghrunnd na uachdar |
Unclean at depth and on the surface |
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Gur coslach ri muir ruaidh e |
Like a red sea |
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Na ruaimle feadh staing |
A muddied flow through creeks |
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Ach mas duine de shliochd Phàdraig |
But if one of Patrick's line |
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A thèid a nis don àite |
Now goes to the place |
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'S gun cuir e as a làraich |
And if he drives from his position |
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An tàchran a th'ann |
The changeling there |
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Bi'n coire mar a bha e |
The corrie will be as it was |
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Bi laoigh is aighean dàr ann |
There will be calves and rutting hinds there |
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Bidh daimh a' dol san dàmhair |
The stags will mate |
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Air fàsach nam beann |
In the mountain wilderness |
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Bi buic 's na badain blàtha |
There will be bucks in the warm thickets |
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Na bric san abhainn làimh riu |
The trout in the river beside them |
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'S na fèidh an srath na lairge |
And the deer on Srath na Lairge |
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Ag àrach nam mang |
Rearing their young |
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Thig gach uile nì ga àbhaist |
Everything will be as normal |
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Le aighear is le àbhachd |
With joy and delight |
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Nuair gheibh am Baran bàirlinn |
When the baron gets the warning to leave |
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Sud fhàgail gun taing |
And good riddance |
