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Moch maduinn air Latha Lunasd' |
Early morning on Lammas Day |
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Mi sugradh mar ri m'ghradh |
I sported with my love |
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Ach mu'n tainig meadhon latha |
But by midday |
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Bha mo chridhe air a chradh |
My heart was wounded |
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'S iomadh oidhche fhliuch is thioram |
Many a night both wet and dry |
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Sìde nan seachd sian |
Weather of the seven elements |
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Gheibheadh Griogal dhòmhsa creagan |
Gregor would find for me a rocky shelter |
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Ris an gabhainn dian |
Where I would take refuge |
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Chorus (after each verse): |
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Obhan, obhan, obhan iri |
Obhan, obhan, obhan iri |
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Obhan iri o |
Obhan iri o |
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Obhan, obhan, obhan iri |
Obhan, obhan, obhan iri |
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'S mòr mo mhulad, 's mòr |
Great is my sorrow, great |
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Nuair bhios mnathan òg a' bhaile |
While the young wives of the town |
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Nochd 'nan cadal sèimh |
Serenely sleep tonight |
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'S ann bhios mise air bruaich do lice |
I will be at the edge of your gravestone |
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Bualadh mo dhà làimh |
Beating my two hands |
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Chan eil ùbhlan idir agam |
I do not have any apples at all |
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'S ùbhlan uil' aig càch |
While others have all the apples |
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'S ann tha m'ubhal cùbhraidh caineal |
But my apple is fragrant, spicy |
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'Cùl a' chinn ri làr |
The back of his head to the floor |
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Obhan, obhan, obhan |
Obhan, obhan, obhan |
