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O Iain Ghlinn' Cuaich |
Oh John of Gleann Cuaich |
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Fear do choltais cha dual da fàs |
We shall hardly look upon your like again |
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Cùl bachlach nan dual |
Plaited curling hair |
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'S e gu camlubach suas gu bhàrr |
And every lock of it in tresses |
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Beir an t-soraidh seo bhuam |
Take this greeting to him |
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Dh'fhios an fhleasgaich as uaisle dreach |
Who is the noblest-looking scion of all |
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A dh'fhàg aiceid am thaobh |
He who left an ache in my side |
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'S a chuir saighead an aoig am chneas |
And shot a deadly arrow into my body |
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Iain, Iain, a ghaoil |
Oh John, my dear |
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Cuim' a leig thu me faoin air chùl |
Why did you cast me aside so lightly |
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Gun ghuth cuimhn' air a' ghaol |
With never a thought of the love |
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A bh'againn araon air tùs? |
That from the first bound us together as one? |
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Cha tug mise mo spéis |
I gave my heart |
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Do dh'fear eile fo'n ghréin ach thu |
To no other man under the sun |
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Is cha toir as do dhéidh |
And after you I never will |
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Gus an càirear mo chré 'san ùir |
Until I myself am laid in the earth |
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'S i do phearsa dheas ghrinn |
Your elegant, shapely form |
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Dh'fhàg mise cho tinn le gràdh |
That I loved above any other |
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'S nach eil cron ort ri inns' |
There is no flaw to be found in you |
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O mhullach do chinn gu d'shàil |
Not from the top of your head to the soles of your feet |
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Many a pure, young girl will approach you |
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With welcoming looks as you pass |
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Though I by a cruel fate |
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Gave you the greatest love of all |
