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Chorus (after each verse): |
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Bheir anall an t-slige chreachain |
Bring over the scallop shell |
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Oir 's ann aisd' as blasd' tha 'n drain |
Since the dram tastes best from it |
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Gur math an t-ainm dhith an creachan |
Ruination is the best name for it |
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Gur e an t-slige chreach a th' ann |
For it is the shell of ruination |
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Chan eil bodach, chan eil cailleach |
There's not an old man or woman |
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Cha eil bacach, chan eil dall |
Cripple or blind person |
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A thig a dh' iarraidh biadh no fasgadh |
Who comes for food or shelter |
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Nach tig do 'n leabaidh ud thall |
Who won't go to that bed over there |
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'S cha bhi mi tuilleadh fo sgainneal |
I will no longer be discredited |
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B' fheàrr leam dollaidh a's a' cheann |
I would rather have my hangover |
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Na bhith cogadh ris a' chaillich |
Than be rowing with the wife |
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Tud, a bodach, fuirich thall |
Away with you, old man, stay over there |
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'S chan eil bodach anns an dùthaich |
There isn't an old man in the district |
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Nach bi 'n diugh a' cùl chainnt oirnn' |
Who won't miscall us today |
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Sguireadh na bodaich de 'n dùrdail |
Let the old men cease from their mutterings |
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Feumaidh sinne drùthag òl |
We must have our wee dram |
