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Och a Thearlaich og Stiubhart |
Alas, young Charles Stewart |
'Se do chuis rinn mo leireadh |
It is your cause that has left me desolate |
Thug thu 'uam gach ni bh'agam |
You took from me everything that I had |
Ann an cogadh 'nad aobhar |
In war for your sake |
Cha chrodh is cha chaoraich |
It is not sheep or cattle that I mourn |
Tha mi 'caoidh ach mo cheile |
But my husband |
O'n la dh'fhag e mi 'm aonar |
From that day when I was left alone |
Gun sion san t-saoghal ach leine |
With nothing in the world but a shirt |
Mo run geal og |
My fair young love |
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Bu tu fear mor bu mhath cumadh |
You were tall, of excellent figure |
O do mhullach gu d' bhrogan |
From the crown of your head to your shoes |
Tha do shlios mar an eala |
Your thigh was like the swan's |
'S bias na meala air do phogan |
Your kisses tasted of honey |
D'fhalt dualach donn lurach |
Your beautiful brown hair |
Mu do mhuineal an ordugh |
Was arranged 'round your neck |
'Se gu camalubach cuimir |
Tressed and elegant |
Gach aon toit urram d'a bhoidhchead |
So that all paid tribute to its comeliness |
Mo run geal og |
My fair young love |
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Bu tu 'm fear slinneanach, leathann |
Wide-shouldered, broad |
Bu chaoile meadhan 's bu dhealbhaich |
Slim-waisted, most shapely |
Cha b' e taillear gun eolas |
Only a skilled tailor |
A dheanadh cota math gearra dhut |
Could make a good short coat for you |
No dheanadh dhut triubhais |
Or make trews |
Gun bhith cumhang no gann dhut |
That were not scrimped or narrow |
Mar gheala-bhradain do chasan |
Like bright salmon your legs |
Led ghearr-osan mud chalpa |
With your short hose about your calves |
Mo run geal og |
My fair young love |
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Bu tu iasgair na h-abhann |
Fisherman of the river |
'S tric a thaghaich thu fein i |
Often did you visit it |
Agus sealgair a'mhonaidh |
Hunter of the moor |
Biodh do ghun' air dheadh ghleusadh |
With your gun always well primed |
Bu bhinn leam tathunn do chuilein' |
I loved to hear the baying of your hound |
Bheireadh fuil air mac eilde |
Who could blood a stag or hind |
As do laimh bu mhor m' earbsa |
I was confident of the skill of your hand |
Gur tric a mharbh thu le cheil' iad |
Often did you kill them both |
Mo run geal og |
My fair young love |
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Fisherman of the open sea and the firth |
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No wind would make you turn your back |
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When that stout champion took the helm |
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Your men, my love |
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Were without fear or concern |
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Though the weather thickened |
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You yourself would keep the ship |
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Dry through the sea |
Mo run geal og |
My fair young love |
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Bu tu poitear na dibhe |
Deep drinker |
'N am suidhe 's tigh-osda |
'Round the board in the tavern |
Co b'e dh'oladh 's tu phaigheadh |
Whoever did the drinking, you did the paying |
Ged 'thuiteadh cach mu na bordaibh |
Even when the rest fell under the table |
Bhi air mhisg cha b' e b' fhiu leat |
To be drunk you despised |
'S cha d' ionnsaich thu og e |
You did not learn it in your youth |
'S cha d'iarr thu riamh muthadh |
And you never sought a woman |
Air chul do mhna-posda |
Other then your married wife |
Mo run geal og |
My fair young love |
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'S ioma ban-tighearna riomhach |
Many the splendid lady |
Le 'n sioda 'gus sroltaibh |
Laden with silks and satins |
D' an robh mis a'm' chuis fharmaid |
To whom I was an object of envy |
Chionn gu'n tairgeadh tu pog dhomh |
Because you'd offer me a kiss |
Ach ged a bhithinn cho sealbhar |
But even were I so prosperous |
'S gu'm b' leam airgead Hanobhar |
As to have all the silver of Hanover |
Bheirinn cnac anns na h-aith'ntan |
I would burst the Commandments |
Na'n diultadh cach dhomh do __ |
If anyone refused my right to you |
Mo run geal og |
My fair young love |
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Och nan och, gur mi bochdag |
Alas and alack |
'S mi lan osnaich an comhnaidh |
What a wretch I am, ceaselessly sighing |
Chaill mi duil ri thu thighinn |
I lost hope of your return |
Thuit mo chridhe gu dortadh |
My heart sank into despair |
Cha tog fidheall no clarsach |
Neither fiddle or harp will raise it |
Piob no taileasg no ceol e |
Nor pipe, nor gaming, nor music |
Nis o chuir iad thu'n tasgadh |
Since the day they laid you to rest |
Cha duisg caidreabh duin' oig mi |
Young men's advances do not arouse me |
Mo run geal og |
My fair young love |