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Tha mise fo mhulad 'san am |
I am sorrowful just now |
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Chan olar leam dram le sunnd |
I can't drink a dram |
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Tha durrag air ghur mo chail |
A maggot has hatched inside me |
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A dh'fhiosraich do chach mo run |
And has told my secret to others |
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Chan fhaic mi dol seachad air sraid |
I don't see the girl of the bewitching eye |
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An cailin bu tlaithe suil |
Passing on the street |
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'S e sin a leig m'aigne gu lar |
That's what's laid my spirit on the ground |
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Mar dhuilleach o bharr nan craobh |
Like leaves from the top of the trees |
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A gruagach as bachlaiche cul |
Woman of the curliest hair |
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Tha mise gad ionndrainn mor |
I miss you desperately |
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Ma thagh thu deagh aite dhut fhein |
If you choose a good home for yourself |
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Mo bheannachd gach re dha d'choir |
My blessings to you evermore |
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Tha mise ri osnaich nad dheidh |
I sigh for you |
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Mar ghaisgeach an deis a leon |
Like a wounded battle hero |
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Na laighe san araich gun fheum |
Lying useless on the field |
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'S nach teid anns an t-reap ni's mo |
Never to go into battle again |
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'S e dh'fhag mi mar iudmhail iar treud |
It left me like a stray from the flock |
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Mar fhear nach toir speis do mhnaoi |
Like a man with no romance in his life |
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Do thuras thar chuain fo bhreid |
Your trip overseas in your marriage headdress |
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Thug bras shileadh dheur o'm shuil |
Has brought showers of tears from my eyes |
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B'fhearr nach mothaichinn fhin |
I wish I had taken no notice of |
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Do mhaise, do cheill, 's do chliu |
Your beauty, your reason, and your renown |
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No suairceas milis do bheul |
The sweet kindness of your mouth |
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'S binne no seis gach ciuil |
Sweeter than any music |
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Gach anduin' a chluinneas mo chas |
Every man who hears of my plight |
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A'cur air mo nadur fiamh |
Who thinks little of my nature |
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A'cantainn nach eil mi ach bard |
Who says I am only a bard |
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'S nach cinnich leam dan is fiach |
Who cannot create good poetry |
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Mo sheanair ri paigheadh a mhail |
My grandfather paying his rent |
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'S m'athair ri maleid riamh |
And my father with his sales case |
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Chuireadh iad gearrain an crann |
They could put horses to the plow |
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A's ghearainn-sa rann ro chiad |
And I'd compose over a hundred verses |
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Cha duisgear leam ealaidh air aill' |
I'll not produce beautiful art |
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Cha chuirear leam dan iar doigh |
I'll not put a poem together |
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Cha togar leam fonn iar clar |
I'll not raise a tune on the harp |
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Cha chluinnear leam gair nan òg |
I'll not hear the laughter of youth |
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Cha dirich mi bealach nan ard |
I'll not climb the steep path |
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Le suigeart mar bha mi'n tus |
With the joy that I once had |
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Ach triallam a chadal gu brath |
But I'll journey, forever to sleep |
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Do thalla nam bard nach beo |
In the hall of the dead bards |
