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Eilean Mara Micheal
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Maggie MacInnes
   
Appears On: Eilean Mara
   
Language: Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Mile marbhaisg air na fearaibh A thousand curses on men
'Siad tha caochlaideach carach nam beul They are twisted and deceitful
Cha taobh iad te fhalamh They won't care
'On nach biodh aice earras dha reir For a poor girl without wealth
Dh'fhaodadh te bhith gun tochradh But a girl even without a dowry
Bhith gu siobhalta socair a beus Could be refined and gentle
'S nighean bodaich le codach And a daughter of a wealthy old man
Bhith gu h-ardanach droch bheulach brein Could be haughty, foul-mouthed and loathsome
   
Gur e mis' tha fo mhinginn It is I that is so unhappy
Bho lath chuir iad an snaim air mo ghradh Since the day they tied the knot on my love
Se do thuras-sa Mhicheil a dh'fhag It was the journey you made, Michael
M'aigne cho iosal gach lath That left my spirits so low each day
Thuirt thu rium a bhith deiseil You told me to be ready
Gus do bhanais a sheasamh gun dail To arrange the wedding without delay
Rinn thu rithist ath-smaointinn Then you had second thoughts
'S dh'fhag sud mise nam aonar gu brath And left me alone forever
   
Tha mo cheist air an armunn My thoughts are on the handsome young man
Gura camlagach aluinn a ghnuis With curly hair and good looks
Tha do mhais ann-ud aodann There is such beauty in your face
Nach cuir duin' air an t-saoghal air chul That no one in the world can deny
Ach ma rinn thu mo threigsinn But if you have forsaken me
Aig gainead mo spreidh air mo chul Because of my lack of wealth
Mo mhile beannachd na d' dheidh My thousand blessings on you
'S biodh agad na roghainnich thu And may you have all you desire
   
"O tha mi fhathast gun phosadh "Oh I am still unmarried
A dh'aindeoin luchd sgeodail nam breug In spite of people's lying tales
Cha robh duil agam t'fhagail I had no intention of leaving you
Fad 's a choisichinn slan air an fheur As long as I could walk in health on the grass
Fad 's dh'fhanainn mar bha mi As long as I stayed as I was
'S a ghleidhinn mo naire 's mo chiall And I kept my senses and my mind
'S cha bu lugha na 'n caoch It would be nothing less than madness
Bheireadh orm-sa do ghaol a chuir dhiom" That would make me lose your love"