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Seinn! O Ho Ro Seinn! Ochòin A Righ Gura Tinn Mo Galar An Gràdh
   
Credits: Traditional
   
Appears On: Seinn! O Ho Ro Seinn!
   
Language: Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   
Other Versions: "Am Buachaille Ban" on Back Of The Moon's album Back Of The Moon
"Am Buachaille Ban" on Capercaillie's album Crosswinds
"Am Buachaille Bàn" on Cliar's album Gun Tàmh
"Air Fail A Lail O" on Mouth Music's album Mouth Music
"Ochoin A Righ, Gur Tinn An Galair An Gradh" on Margaret Stewart & Allan MacDonald's album Fhuair Mi Pog
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Sèist: Chorus (after each verse):
Air fàlairinn ò hug ò air fàlairinn ì Air falairinn o hug o air falairinn i
Air fàlairinn ò hug ò air fàlairinn ì Air falairinn o hug o air falairinn i
Fàilidhe fàileo hug ò air fàlairinn ì Failidhe faileo hug o air falairinn i
Ochoin a ghaoil gum b'aotrom aighearach sinn Oh woe is me, my love, we were once happy and carefree
   
Ochoin a rìgh Oh woe is me
Gura tinn an galar an gràdh How sore is the sickness of love
Chan eil neach air am bì There is no one who suffers
Nach saoil gur e bliadhna gach là That does not feel that each day lasts a year
Gun bhriste mo chridh' My heart is broken
'S gun sgaoil e cuislean mo shlàinte' And sapped the springs of my health
Bhith cumha 'na dhèidh Lamenting him, after leaving him
O thrèig mi fear an fhuilt bhàin The fair young man
   
Nuair thèid thu thar sail, a ghràidh When you are sailing abroad, love
Biodh glainne nad dhòrn Have a glass to hand
'S bi g'òl mo dheoch-slàint' 's gach àite'n And drink my good health in each place
Suidh thu aig bòrd Where you are seated at table
Do chridhe geal-èibhinn Your heart is fair, happy
Eutrom aighearach òg Light, cheerful and young
'S bu bhinne do bheul And your mouth is sweeter
Na'n teud o'n tigeadh an ceòl Than any musical strings
   
Nan robh mi 's mo ghràdh Oh I wish that I and my love
Air àirigh monaidh na'n sliabh Were on a high shieling or on the braes
No air an tràigh bhàin Or on the white beach
No'n àit' nach robh duine riamh In a deserted place where no man goes
Seachd oidhche, seachd là Seven nights, seven days
Gun tàmh, gun chadal, gun bhiadh Without rest, without sleep, without food
Ach thusa bhith, ghràidh Only you, my love
'S do làmh an tarruinn ma m'mheadhan With your hands around my middle