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Chorus (after each verse): |
Ho ro 's toigh leam fhìn thu |
Horo, I do love you |
A rìbhinn as bòidhche |
Most beautiful maiden |
'S an gaol a thug mi fhìn dhuit |
The love that I gave you |
Cha dhìobrainn air òr e |
I wouldn't forsake for gold |
Ho ro 's toigh leam fhìn thu |
Horo, I do love you |
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Gu'n d'thug mi gion 'us gràdh dhuit |
I gave to you great love |
A Mhàiri nighean Dòmhnaill |
Mary, daughter of Donald |
'S na'm faighinn toil do chàirdean |
If I had your family's permission |
Gun dàil dhèanainn pòsadh |
I would marry you without delay |
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'S na'm faighinn toil do chàirdean |
If I had your family's permission |
Gun dàil dhèanainn pòsadh |
I would marry you without delay |
Na'm faighinn cead na cléire |
With the permission of the clergy |
'S tu-fhéin a bhi deònach |
And yourself to be willing |
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Toil d'athair is do mhàthair |
The permission of your father and your mother |
'S do chàirdean mar chòmhla |
And your family with them |
'S gu'n cluinntemaid 'gar n-eubhach |
And we'd hear our bans called |
'S an teampull Di-dòmhnaich |
In the church on Sunday |
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'S gu'n cluinntemaid 'gar n-eubhach |
And we'd hear our bans called |
'S an teampull Di-dòmhnaich |
In the church on Sunday |
'S chuireamaid an cruaidh-shnaoim |
And we'd tie a tight knot |
Nach fhuasgail na meòirean |
That fingers could not loosen |
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O ciamar bheirinn fuath dhuit |
Oh how could I dislike you |
'S tu luaidh nam ban òga |
You are the most dear of the young women |
Troigh chuimir am bròig ùir thu |
With feet so shapely in new shoes |
Nach lùbadh am feòirnean |
That they won't bend the blades of grass |
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Troigh chuimir am bròig ùir thu |
With feet so shapely in new shoes |
Nach lùbadh am feòirnean |
That they won't bend the blades of grass |
'S mur dèan mi do bhuannachd |
And if I don't win you |
'S i 'n uaigh m'àite còmhnuidh |
The grave will be my resting place |