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Làn Dùil Mo Mhaili Bheag Òg
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Geoff Arsenault, Ed Woodsworth, Mary Jane Lamond, Wendy MacIsaac & Brad Davidge
   
Appears On: Làn Dùil
   
Language: Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Nach truagh leat mi 's mi 'm prìosan Do you not pity me, as I'm in prison
Mo Mhaili bheag òg? My little young Molly?
   
Nach truagh leat mi 's mi 'm prìosan Do you not pity me, as I'm in prison
Mo Mhaili bheag òg? My little young Molly?
Do chàirdean a' cur binn orm Your friends are condemning me
Mo chuid dhe 'n t-saoghal thu You, my whole world
A bhean na mala mìne Oh woman of the smooth eyebrows
'S na pògan mar na fìogais And kisses as sweet as figs
'S tu nach fhàgadh shìos mi You would not degrade me
Le mi-rùn do bheòil With malice from your mouth
   
Di Dòmhnaich anns a' ghleann dhuinn It was on Sunday as we rode through the glen
Mo Mhaili bheag òg My little young Molly
Nuair a thòisich mi ri cainnt riut That I began conversing with you
Mo chuid dhe 'n t-saoghal mhòr All that I have on earth
Nuair a dh'fhosgail mi mo shùilean When I opened my eyes
'S a sheall mi air mo chùlaibh And looked over my shoulder
Bha marcaich' nan each crùdhach The riders on shoed horses
'Tighinn dlùth air mo thòir Were drawing near in my pursuit
   
'S mis' a bh'air mo bhuaireadh I became confounded
Mo Mhaili bheag òg My little young Molly
Nuair thànaig sluagh mun cuairt dhuinn When we were surrounded by a host
Mo ribhinn ghlan ùr My innocent, young girl
Is truagh anns an uair sin It's a pity that my arm
Nach do thuit mo làmh o m'ghualainn Did not then fall from my shoulder
Mun d'amais mi do bhualadh Before I happened to strike you with a sword blow
Mo Mhaili bheag òg My little young Molly
   
Gur bòidhche leam a dh'fhàs thu You have grown to be lovelier
Mo Mhaili bheag òg My little young Molly
Na 'n lilì anns an fhàsach Than the wild meadow's lily
Mo chiad ghràdh 's mo rùn My first love and darling
Mar aiteal caoin na gréineadh In your hue and form
Am madainn chiùin ag éirigh You were like a soft ray of sunshine
B'e siud do dhreach 's t'eugais On a still morning
Mo Mhaili bheag òg My little young Molly