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Tha m' inntinn trom fo luasgan |
I feel depressed and ill at ease |
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'S mi gluasad as an àit' |
As I depart from the place |
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'S an robh mi òg a' buachailleachd |
Where I was a herder when I was young |
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Bho ghluaisinn na mo phàisd' |
Where I ran about as a child |
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Air feadh nan gleann 's na mòintich |
Among the glens and moors |
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'S am bheil na h-eòin len àl |
Inhabited by birds with their nestlings |
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'S na srathan glasa bòidheach |
Among the beautiful green straths |
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Far 'n goir an smeòrach tràth |
Where early sings the thrush |
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'S e 'n diugh cur riut mo chùlaibh |
It is because I am turning my back |
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A dh'fhàg fo dhriùchd mo ghruaidh |
On you today that my cheeks are wet |
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Na deòir a' ruith fo m' shuilibh |
Tears run from my eyes |
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'Nuair bheir mi sùil mun cuairt |
As I look around me |
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'S chi mi far am b' àbhaist dhomh |
And see where the plowing |
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Bhi 'g àiteach 'us a' buain |
And the harvesting took place |
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An-diugh a bhith ga fhàgail |
And today I am leaving all this |
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Gu dhol a thàmh thar chuain |
To live across the ocean |
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Carson nach gabhainn còmhnaidh |
Why shouldn't I live |
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Far na thogadh òg mi suas |
Where I was brought up |
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Oir cha bhiodh dith mo lòin orm |
I would not lack sustenance |
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An Leòdhas nam beann fuar? |
In Lewis of the cold hills |
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Tha bradan agus fiadh ann |
Salmon and deer are to be found there |
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Tha iasg gu pailt sa chuan |
As well as plenty of fish from the ocean |
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'S tha 'm fearann beartach bòidheach |
And the land which produces |
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A chinneas pòr le luach |
Abundant crops is rich and beautiful |
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Ged is cruaidh an tràth seo |
Although I find it hard at this time |
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Bhith fàgail tìr nam beann |
To be leaving the land of the hills |
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Bidh sùil agam gach tràth ris |
I will always be hopeful |
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Gu 'n tàr mi sgriob a-null |
Of making a return trip |
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A dh'amharc air mo chàirdean |
To see my friends |
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Tha tàmh a-measg nan gleann |
Who live in the glen |
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'S an ribhinn òg, 's mo ghràdh-sa |
And to bring back the young maiden, my beloved one |
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A thoirt thar sàile leam |
With me across the sea |
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Tha 'n ùin' a-nis a dlùthachadh |
Departure time approaches |
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'S na siùil air an cur suas |
And the sails are raised |
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Airson ar cùrs a stiùireadh |
To steer our course |
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An aghaidh smùid a' chuain |
Against the dashing of the ocean waves |
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Sinn crathadh làmh gu brònach |
We shake hands sorrowfully |
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'S na deòir a' ruith gu luath |
As the tears run copiously |
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O soraidh slàn le Steòrnabhagh |
Oh farewell to Stornoway |
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'S le Leòdhas nam beann fuar |
And to Lewis of the cold hills |
