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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh |
Great is my distress as I steer her |
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'S i long mhòr nan tri chruinn ur i |
The big ship of three new masts |
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'S ged is taitneach leam a cùrsa |
And though her course is a pleasant one |
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B'annsa bhi sugradh ri'm cheud-ghaol |
I'd rather be sporting with my first love |
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh |
Great is my distress as I steer her |
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Tha mi nochd a'dol a shéoladh |
Tonight I set sail |
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'S beag mo shunnd ri gabhail òrain |
I'm in no mood for singing songs |
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'N fhairge domhain 's a'ghaoth còmhl' ris |
The deep sea, together with the wind |
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'Stroiceadh nan séol as a cheile |
Tearing the sails from each other |
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh |
Great is my distress as I steer her |
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Gur e mise tha gu brònach |
I am filled with sorrow |
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Moch 's a mhadainn deanamh òran |
In the early morning, composing a song |
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Fuaim nan tonn an deidh mo leònadh |
The sound of the waves has wounded me |
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'S olc an céol a bhith gan eisdeachd |
As I listen to the mischievous music they make |
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh |
Great is my distress as I steer her |
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Ma tha thu smaoineachadh a' Mhàiri |
If you think, Mary |
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Gur ann gad mhealladh a bha mi |
That I was trying to beguile you |
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'S mi nach earba tu ri m'bhràthair |
I would not confide in my brother about you |
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Ged 's e mac mo mhàthair fhéin e |
Although he is my own mother's son |
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh |
Great is my distress as I steer her |
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Sheil is sheid 's dh'at an fhairge |
The waves showered and blew and swelled |
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Bha i falbh cho luath ri earba |
The boat moved as fast as a roe deer |
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Bhrist a 'centre-bit' na sgealpan |
Her centre-bit broke into splinters |
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Stìuir no failm cha deanadh feum dhi |
Neither rudder nor helm was any use to her |
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh |
Great is my distress as I steer her |
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'S ma 's e fear thu theid a dh'Ile |
And if you will go to Islay |
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Ni mi lìtir bhàn a' sgriobhadh |
I will compose a letter on white paper |
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Dh'ionnsaigh maltag nan suil mìogach |
To the gentle girl of the smiling eyes |
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B'òg a thug mi fhéin mo spéis dhi |
I was young when I gave her my affection |
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh |
Great is my distress as I steer her |
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'S i long mhòr nan tri chruinn ur i |
The big ship of three new masts |
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'S ged is taitneach leam a cùrsa |
And though her course is a pleasant one |
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B'annsa bhi sugradh ri'm cheud-ghaol |
I'd rather be sporting with my first love |
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'S mòr mo churam 's mi ga stìuireadh |
Great is my distress as I steer her |
