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Tha smeorach sa mhadainn chiùin |
The thrush in the calm morning |
Binn, binn a'ceilearadh |
Singing sweetly, sweetly |
Tha smeorach sa mhadainn chiùin |
The thrush in the calm morning |
Ge b'e cò a chluinneadh i |
No matter who is listening |
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Air madainn mhoich san doire dhlùth |
On an early morning in the nearby copse |
Lusan 's fliùrain lurach innt' |
With lovely plants and flowers there |
Ach 's annsa leam-sa seirm a'chiùil |
But I prefer the chorus of its music |
'S eun mo rùin toirt luinneig dhomh |
From my beloved bird giving me a song |
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O seinnidh druid am bun nan stùc |
Oh a starling can sing at the base of the mountain |
Goiridh smùdan 's cuthag ann |
And the ring-dove and teh cuckoo can sing there |
Ach 's grinne leam na aon den triùir |
But sweeter to me than any of the three |
Smeòrach bheag a'bhinne ghuth |
Is the little thrush of the sweet voice |
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Tha ceilear smeòil air ògan cùil |
The chirping of a mavis on yonder twig |
Moch is drùchd air duilleagan |
Early in the morning with the dew on the leaves |
A'dùsgach m'aigne-sa gu sunnd |
Awakens my spirits to joy |
Gur cruit-chiùil na cruinne i |
She is the musical instrument of the world |
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Tha smeorach sa mhadainn chiùin |
The thrush in the calm morning |
Binn, binn a'ceilearadh |
Singing sweetly, sweetly |
Tha smeorach sa mhadainn chiùin |
The thrush in the calm morning |
Ge b'e cò a chluinneadh i |
No matter who is listening |