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Thig trì nithean gun iarraidh |
Three things come without asking |
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An t-eagal, an t-eudach, 's an gaol |
Fear, jealousy and love |
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'S gur beag a' chùis mhasluidh |
And it is no cause of shame |
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Ged ghlacadh leo mis' air a h-aon |
Though I too have been taken by them |
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'S a liuthad bean uasal |
Seeing how many ladies |
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A fhuaradh 'sa chiont an robh mi |
Have been found guilty like me |
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A thug a gaol fuadain |
Who gave love that proved vain |
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Air ro bheagan duaise 'ga cheann |
And little profit to them in the end |
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Chorus (after each verse): |
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Air faillirinn, illirinn |
Air faillirinn, illirinn |
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Uillirinn ho ro 's mi caoidh |
Uillirinn ho ro I mourn |
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'S cruaidh fhortan gun fhios |
It was a cruel fate that came unaware |
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A chur mise fo chuing do ghaoil |
And left me under the yoke of your love |
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Fhir a dhìreas am bealach |
You climb the hill pass |
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Beir soiridh don ghleannan fo thuath |
Bear this greeting to the little glen in the north |
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Is innis do m'leannan |
And tell my lover |
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Gur maireann mo ghaol 's gur buan |
That my love remains and will endure |
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Fear eile cha ghabh mi |
I will take no other man |
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'S chan fhuiling mi idir a luaidh |
I cannot bear to have it spoken of |
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Gus an dean thu, ghaoil, m'àicheadh |
And until you deny me, my love |
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Cha chreid mi o chàch gur fuath |
I will not believe from anyone else that you are hostile |
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Nam faicinn thu tighinn |
If I saw you coming |
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Is fios dhomh gur tusa bhiodh ann |
And know it was indeed you |
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Gun éireadh mo chridhe |
My heart would rise up |
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Mar aiteal na gréin' thar nam beann |
Like a flash of the sun across the mountains |
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'S gun tugainn mo bhriathar |
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Gach gaoisde tha liath na mo cheann |
Every gray hair in my head |
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Gum fàsadh iad buidhe |
I swear would become yellow |
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Mar dhithein am bruthach nan allt |
Like the flower on the bank of the stream |
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Mur tig thu fhéin tuilleadh |
But if you never com |
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Gur aithne dhomh mhalairt a th'ann |
Well do I know what bargain has been made |
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Nach eil mi cho beartach |
It is because I am not as wealthy |
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Ri cailin an achaidh ud thall |
As the lass with those pastures there |
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Cha tugainn mo mhisneach |
Yet I would not give my courage |
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Mo ghliocas, 'is grinneas mo làimh |
And my good sense and the skill of my hands |
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Air buaile crodh ballach |
For any fold of dappled cattle |
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'Is cailin gun iùil 'na ceann |
And an improvident girl to manage them |
