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Le mo chearcall 's mo chuman |
With my hoop and my bucket |
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Thug mi 'n turus bu dìomhain |
I made a most futile visit |
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Dhan tobair 'n-diugh moch-thrath |
To the well early this morning |
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'S neach eil' air a dèabhadh |
Which someone else had already drained |
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Tobair, tobair, sìolaidh |
Well, well, settle |
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Tobair, tobair, sìolaidh |
Well, well, settle |
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Tha nighean an rìgh ag iarraidh deoch |
The king's daughter needs a drink |
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Deoch rìoghail dhi na h-ìotadh |
A regal drink to quench her thirst |
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'S na èireadh sàl o d' ìochdar |
And may brine never come from your depths |
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B' e seo a' bhun-obair |
What work this is |
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Feitheamh tobair gun drùgh innt |
Waiting by a well which contains nothing |
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'S mo bhuntàta gun phriogadh |
Meantime, my potatoes are not pricked |
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'S mo mhòine gun rùghadh |
Nor is my peat lifted |
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Thig a dhìle bho mhaduinn |
Flood may come in the morning |
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Thig a dhìle bho oidhche |
Flood may come in the evening |
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Cuir le fìor-uisg air flod i |
Make it float with fresh spring water |
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Mo thobair, 's thoir dhuinn uisg' |
My well, and give us water |
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Tha mo shnìomh agus m' fhighe |
My spinning, my weaving |
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Tha mo nighe gun dèanamh |
And my washing are not yet done |
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'S mi an seo na mo shuidhe |
And yet I continue to sit here |
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Nuair dh'fhaodainn bhith gnìomhach |
When I could be busy working |
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Tha mo chrodh gun am bleoghan |
My cows are not milked |
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'S cha togte mo mhìosan |
And my milk basins are not lifted |
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Agus m' uachdar 's a' mhuighe |
My cream is in the churn |
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'S mo ghruitheam gun dèanamh |
And my crowdie is not made |
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Tha na fir am Beinn Chailean |
The men are on Beinn Chailean |
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A' bearradh nan caorach |
Shearing the sheep |
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'S agam-sa 'n-diugh fhathast |
And I still have to go |
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Dhol dhan an tràigh mhaorach |
To the shore for shellfish today |
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Dh'fhàg mi bhò anns na claisean |
I left the cow at the ditches |
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'S goididh fochunn air fath i |
Where she will steal the new growth of young corn |
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Dh'fhàg mi cas-ghoil a' phrais air |
I left the pot boiling hard |
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'S mòr m' eagal gun tràigh i |
I greatly fear that it will boil dry |
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Dh'fhàg mo chagaran lurach |
I left my beautiful baby |
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'S chreathaill na shuain mi |
Sound asleep in his cradle |
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Chan urrainn mi fuireach |
I cannot wait any longer for you |
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Nas fhaide riut, fhuarain |
Spring of fresh water |
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