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Is truagh nach d' rugadh dall mi |
Oh that I were born blind |
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Gun chainnt is gun lèirsinn |
Without speech and sight |
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Mas fhac' mi t'aghaidh bhaindidh |
Before I saw your feminine face |
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Rinn aimhleas nan ceudan |
Which has been the ruin of hundreds |
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Bho'n chunnaic mi bho thùs thu |
From when I first saw you |
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Bu chliùteach do bheusan |
Your conduct was renowned |
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Gum b' fhasa leam am bàs |
It would be easier for me to die |
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Na bhith làthair as t'eugmhais |
Than to live without you |
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Chorus (after each verse): |
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Filoro, filoro, filoro hug eile |
Filoro, filoro, filoro hug eile |
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Filoro, filoro, filoro hug eile |
Filoro, filoro, filoro hug eile |
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Air fail ili o agus ho ro hug eile |
Air fail ili o agus ho ro hug eile |
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Chan fhaigh mi cadal sàmhach |
I will not sleep soundly |
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A ghràidh, 's gun thu rèidh rium |
My love, if we are not reconciled |
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Gur binne leam do chòmhradh |
Sweeter is your conversation to me |
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Na smeòrach nan geugan |
Than the thrush of the branches |
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Na cuach 's a mhadainn Mhàighe |
Or the cuckoo on a May morning |
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Neo clàrsach nan teudan |
Or the stringed harp |
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No'n t-easbaig air Latha Dòmhnaich |
Or the bishop on Sunday |
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'S am mòr-shluagh ga èisteachd |
And the assembled crowd listening to him |
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Neo ged a chunntadh stòras |
Or if I counted all the riches |
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Na h-Eòrpa gu lèir dhomh |
Of Europe as my own |
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Is truagh nach robh mi fàgail |
Oh that I were able to leave |
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An t-saoghail seo ro chianail |
This awful world |
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Bha dòchas faoin gam thàladh |
Foolish hope beguiled me |
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'S e'n gaol rinn mo dhìobhail |
It was love which destroyed me |
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Ge fada bhuam a shiubhlas tu |
Though you may travel far from me |
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Ri m' bheò bhithinn riut dìleas |
All my life I would be faithful to you |
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'S nuair thigeadh Latha na Cruinne |
And when the Day of Reckoning would come |
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'S i Mòr Ros a dh'iarrainn |
It would be Marion Ross I would want |
