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Shuidh i ri m' thaobh |
She sat beside me |
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Aig cùl ar dachaigh |
Behind our home |
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A' ghrian 's i gun neul |
The cloudless sun |
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A' siaradh a null |
Was shining down |
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Ach bha neul 'nar smuain |
But the cloud in our thoughts |
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A' toirt bhuainn a beannachd |
Deprived us of all its blessings |
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'S gun sunnd gun do shuidh sinn |
And we sat without joy, close together |
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Greiseag bheag dlùth |
For a short while |
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'S gach flùr a bha mun cuairt |
And every one of the flowers around us |
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Gu snuadhmhor fallain |
So beautiful and healthy |
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Chuir agus dh' àraich |
Her own hands had planted |
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A làmhan le mùirn |
And reared with joy |
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O nach truagh i bhith falbh |
Oh how sad that she must go away |
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'S 'ga fàgail uile |
And leave them all behind |
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Mo ròsain luraich |
My lovely little rose |
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Ò nach fuirich thu leam |
Won't you stay with me? |
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Sheall i le truas |
As she looked with regret |
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Air an tuar 'san coltas |
On all that beauty |
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Is mhothaich i 'n cràdh |
She noticed the pain |
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A bha 'na mo shùil |
That was in my eyes |
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Ach 'se thuirt i rium |
But she only said |
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"Tha na ròsan maiseach |
"The lovely roses are losing |
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A' call an lannair ann |
Their bloom in the shadow |
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An dubhar a' chùil |
Of the back of the garden |
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'S nuair a sheargas am blàth |
And when their blossoms wither |
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Tog an àird iad uile |
Lift them all |
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Is cuir iad an àit |
And plant them somewhere |
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Far am faic iad a' ghrian |
Where they can see the sun |
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Is chì thu 'san t-samhradh |
And then in summer you will see them |
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Greann am maise |
In all their beauty |
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Ach a ghaoil, chan fhaic mis' iad |
But darling, I won't see them |
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'S mi 'n impis bhith triall" |
For I must soon pass on" |
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Shuidh i ri m' thaobh |
She sat beside me |
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Aig cùl ar dachaigh |
Behind our home |
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A' ghrian 's i gun neul |
The cloudless sun |
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A' siaradh a null |
Was shining down |
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Ach bha neul 'nar smuain |
But the cloud in our thoughts |
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A' toirt bhuainn a beannachd |
Deprived us of all its blessings |
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'S gun sunnd gun do shuidh sinn |
And we sat without joy, close together |
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Greiseag bheag dlùth |
For a short while |
