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'S trom an luchd so th' air m' inntinn |
This load on my mind now lies heavy |
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Agus m' uirsgeul r' a innse gur truagh |
And wretched's the news I've to tell |
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Thriall mo shùgradh 's mo mhànran |
Gone my joy and diversion |
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Lìon tùise 'na àite mi 's gruaim |
Replaced by fullness of sadness and gloom |
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Tha mo choill air a maoladh |
My wood stripped of its foliage |
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'S nì soilleir a shaoil air mo ghruaidh |
Clear marks have been left on my cheeks |
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'S tearc mo shocair r' a fhaotainn |
Peace seldom comes near me |
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O' n là ghlacadh le aog thu cho luath |
Since the day that death snatched you too soon |
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'S ann a' cheud là do 'n earrach |
On the first day of Springtime |
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Bhuail an t-eug orm, an spealadair lom |
Death struck me, scyther he is |
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Bhrist air ubhlan mo ghàrraidh |
Destroying my apples |
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Leag e m' abhall fo bhlàth bharr a bhonn |
Cutting blossoming tree at the root |
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Riumsa bhuin e neo-fharasd |
It dealt painfully with me |
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Nuair thug e uam Alasdair Donn |
Taking brown-haired Alasdair away |
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Mo chruas iomart 's mo charrachd |
Source of skill in the contest |
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'S truagh dhuinne nach tearainn sinn bonn |
Alas, no longer a coin I can patch |
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'Se do chàradh fo eislig |
The fact of you shrouding |
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Rinn mo chràladh fo asnach mo chlèibh |
Has brought pain to me under my ribs |
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Chuir mo chrìdh as a chochall |
Tore at my heart from its casing |
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Chor 's nach suidhich e socair 'na dhèidh |
And it cannot lie quietly again |
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Gura luaithe e le bhuillean |
Its beatings come faster |
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Na mar ghluaiseas an duilleach air ghèig |
Than the movement of leaves on the tree |
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Chaidh mo shlàinte gu mearan |
Turning health to delirium |
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Chan eil feum bhith 'ga ghearan ri lèigh |
There's no point in complaints to a leech |
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Thriall gach socair bha agam |
All my comfort has gone |
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Chaidh mo chòmhnaidh 's mo chadal an lugh'id |
My repose and sleep have diminished |
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Tha leann-dubh agus airtneal |
Sorrow and distress |
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Gam tharruing gu leabadh nam shlaod |
Drag me languidly to my bed |
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'Gam shìor ruagadh 'nam shlapan |
Ever pursuing me, feeble |
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Dh' aindeoin cruadail na tapaidh g' am faod |
Despite my customary manliness |
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Tha mo ghuala gun taice |
My shoulder is without support |
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O'n là bhuaileadh tu 'shlacan an aoig |
Since the day you were struck by the wand of death |
