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Òganaich an òr-fhuilt bhuidhe |
Youth whose hair is golden blonde |
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Leat a chinneadh sealg is sitheann |
You will bag the deer when hunting |
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'S ann ad ghruaidh a bhiodh an ruthadh |
On your cheeks the color's rising |
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Nuair a bhiodh tu siubhal bheann |
When you tramp across the hills |
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Nuair a dhìreadh tu na stùcan |
When you climb up to the tall crags |
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Leis a' ghunna caol nach diùltadh |
With your slender trusty weapon |
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'S e do luaidhe ghorm is d' fhùdar |
Then your blue lead and gunpowder |
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Chuireadh smùid air feadh nan gleann |
Scatter smoke among the glens |
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Òganaich an òr-fhuilt shnìomhain |
Youth of the curly blonde hair |
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Dh'fhàg thu saca trom air m' inntinn |
You have left a heavy load on my mind |
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'S mura tig thu nall don tìr seo |
If you will not return to this land |
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Mo thoil-inntinn bidh air chall |
I will have no contentment |
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Gu bheil a bhlàth siud air mo ghruaidhsa |
It is showing in my cheeks now |
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Gun tug mi dhut gaol nach fuaraich |
That I have given you a love that will not die |
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Dh'innis iad gun tug thu fuath dhomh |
They said you had turned your back on me |
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Ach cha chreid mi, luaidh, an cainnt |
But I don't believe their talk |
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Ged a chuirte mi an iarainn |
Though I were in irons |
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Fhad 's bu bheò mi gam phianadh |
Tormenting me night and day |
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Cha chuir mi do ghaol air dìochuimhn' |
I would never forget my love |
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Seo a' bhliadhna liath mo cheann |
This is the year my hair turned gray |
