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Thug mi sùil thar a' bhealach |
I looked to the hill |
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Thug mi 'n sealladh ud bhuam |
Looked yonder |
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Fheuch a faicinn mo leannan |
For any sign of my lover |
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Tighinn dhan bhaile san uair |
Coming to town |
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Fhir a dh'òladh an tocsaid |
He who'd drink the hogshead |
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'Sa chostadh a luach |
And earn its worth |
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'S math thig bonaid ghorm dhathte |
A blue bonnet looked well |
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Air cùl bachlach nan dual |
On his curly hair |
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B'fheàrr gu faicinn a nuas thu |
Oh to see you coming |
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'S do ghruaidh mar an ròs |
With your rosy cheeks |
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Is d'anail mar ubhlan |
Breath like apples |
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'S do chùl mar an t-òr |
And golden hair |
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Do bheul tha dearg tana |
Your narrow red lips |
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'S blas na meal' air do phòig |
Kisses like honey |
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Gura gìomanach eal' thu |
You, the hunter of the swan |
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Agus lach air an lòn |
And the wild duck on the loch |
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Gura h-èibhinn gach àit' |
Clan Neill brought pleasure |
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'Sam biodh pàirt de Chlann Nèill |
To any place |
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Gura h-uasal gach òigear |
Every noble young man |
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Leis an òlte am fìon |
Among them who'd drink wine |
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Air chairtean ag iomairt |
Playing cards |
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Gun mhionnan gun strì |
Without swearing or fighting |
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Gur ann làmh riutha shuidhinn |
I'd gladly sit by them |
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Is gu leiginn mo sgìos |
And take my rest |
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Gura bòidheach, gura bòidheach |
How beautiful, how beautiful |
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Gura bòidheach na lòin |
How beautiful is the sight of the lochs |
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Gura bòidheach an t-aonach |
How beautiful is |
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Air an sgaoileadh an ceò |
The misty moorland |
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Gura bòidheach an Losaid |
How beautiful is the Lossit |
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'S Baile Ghrobain na còir |
And Ballygrogan before it |
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Gura bòidheach Ceann Loch |
How beautiful is Campbeltown |
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Far'm bith mo sheachd rùn ag òl |
Where my love is wont to drink |
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Dè nam biodh tu mar shionnach |
How would it be if you were like the fox |
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Air an tulaich ud thall |
On the hillock yonder |
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Agus mise mar eala |
And I like the swan |
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Air bharraibh nan tonn |
On the crest of the wave |
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Naile, rachainn nad' choinneamh |
I would go to you |
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Is mheallainn thu leam |
And entice you away |
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Lùb ùr a' chùil chlannaich |
Young man of the curly hair |
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Ort-s' tha m'anam an geall |
My soul is promised to you |
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A Dhòmhnaill nan Dòmhnall |
Oh Donald of the Donalds |
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Sùil mhòghair ad' cheann |
With your gentle eye |
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Rìgh, gur math thig dhuit triubhais |
Lord, how well the trousers suit you |
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Dhol a shiubhal nam beann |
Going to hunt in the hills |
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'S cha mhios' thig dhuit stocainn |
No worse the hose |
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Bròg shocair 'si teann |
Or a well-fitting shoe |
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'S tric a laigh mi ri d' thaobh |
Often have I lain by your side |
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'S ann leam a b'aobhach bhi ann |
It is where I would be now |
