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'S a' mhaduinn chéitein 'n uair tha 'n driùchd |
On a May morning when the dew |
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Cho ciùin air bhàrr an fheòir |
Lay gently on top of the grass |
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'S na lusan maoth cho maiseach ùr |
And the tender flowers, new and beautiful |
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A' dùsgadh suas 'n an glòir |
Were awakening in their glory |
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'S a' ghrian a' boillsgeadh air an gnùis |
And the sun shining on their surfaces |
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Mar sheudan mùirneach òir |
Like delicate, golden jewels |
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Tha sin gu tric a' toirt gu m' smaoin |
This often brings to my mind |
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An gaol a thug mi òg |
The love I gave in my youth |
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'N uair chì mi 'n spréidh a' ruith 's a' leum |
When I see the cattle and their young |
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Le éibhneas air na lòin |
Playing happily in the meadows |
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'S a chì mi smeòrach bhinn nan geug |
And I see the beautiful thrush |
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'S a céile fhéin 'n a còir |
And her chosen mate mong the branches |
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Ag ullachadh a cuachaig fhaoin |
Preparing her empty nest |
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C' a h-àlach maoth gun treòir |
For her tender, helpless young |
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Tha sin gu tric a' toirt gu m' smaoin |
This often brings to my mind |
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An gaol a thug mi òg |
The love I gave in my youth |
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'N uair chì mi 'n rìbhinn mhaiseach chiùin |
When I see the quiet and comely maiden |
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Le rùn gun fhoill gun ghò |
With love free from treachery or guile |
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'S a leannan gaoil d'an d'thug i ùidh |
Happily picking roses |
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Le sunnd a' buain nan ròs |
Along with the loved one she desired |
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'S a chi mi 'n t-òigfhear fearail, caomh |
And I see the friendly, manly lad |
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A' seinn ri taobh na h-òigh |
Singing beside the pure maid |
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Tha sin gu tric a' toirt gu m' smaoin |
This often brings to my mind |
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An gaol a thug mi òg |
The love I gave in my youth |
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Faodaigh na lusan éirigh suas |
But the flowers must sprout forth |
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Tha 'n diugh 'n an suain fo 'n fhòd |
Which today lie dormant in the earth |
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'S 'n uair thig an samhradh sèimh mu'n cuairt |
And when the calm summer comes around |
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Bidh luathghair aig na h-eòin |
The birds will rejoice |
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Thig iomadh caochladh oirnn nach saoil |
Many unseen changes will come about |
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'S cha bhi iad saor a bhròn |
Which will not be free from sorrow |
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Tha sin gu tric a' toirt gu m' smaoin |
This often brings to my mind |
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An gaol a thug mi òg |
The love I gave in my youth |
