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'S gann nach gabhainn an t-eagal |
I hardly fear |
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Ro aon mhac breabadair beò |
One weaver's son |
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Mharbhainn feòil dhuit is sithion |
I would kill for meat and venison for you |
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Latha nach figheadh an clò |
On a day when the cloth would not be woven |
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Mharbhainn feòil dhuit is sithion |
I would kill for meat and venison for you |
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Latha nach figheadh an clò |
On a day when the cloth would not be woven |
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Bheirinn fèidh far a'mhonaidh |
I would bring deer from the moor |
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'S bheirinn bric as na lòin |
And trout from the lochs |
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Bheirinn fèidh far a'mhonaidh |
I would bring deer from the moor |
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'S bheirinn bric as na lòin |
And trout from the lochs |
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Leis an t-sneachd bhiodh air m'fheusaig |
With the snow which would be on my beard |
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'S gann gu lèir dhomh mo bhròg |
I can hardly see my shoe |
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Leis an t-sneachd bhiodh air m'fheusaig |
With the snow which would be on my beard |
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'S gann gu lèir dhomh mo bhròg |
I can hardly see my shoe |
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'S gann gu lèir dhomh nì 's fhaisg orm |
I can hardly see anything close to me |
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Na lorg a'bhat'tha nam dhòrn |
Nor find the walkingstick in my hand |
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'S gann gu lèir dhomh nì 's fhaisg orm |
I can hardly see anything close to me |
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Na lorg a'bhat'tha nam dhòrn |
Nor find the walkingstick in my hand |
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Tha sneachd air Druim Uachdair |
There is snow on Drumochter |
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Far 'n robh mi cuallach nam bò |
Where I herded cattle |
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Tha sneachd air Druim Uachdair |
There is snow on Drumochter |
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Far 'n robh mi cuallach nam bò |
Where I herded cattle |
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'S ann do nighean fear Donnchaidh |
I fell heavily in love |
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A thug mi'n tromaghaol 's mi òg |
With the daughter of Duncan in my youth |
