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O 's ann tha mo ghaol-sa thall |
Oh my love is far away |
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Fo dhubhar nan craobh 's nam beann |
In the shadows of the trees and hills |
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Sgiobair thu air long nam ball |
You are the skipper of the ship |
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'S ann tha m'annsachd air a mharaich' |
My most beloved is the sailor |
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O 's ann tha mo ghaol-sa thall |
Oh my love is far away |
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Dh'aithnichinn thusa fada bhuam |
I'd recognize you from a distance |
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Togail do shùil air a'chuan |
Hoisting the sails on the sea |
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'S ged a shèideadh i on tuath |
And though the north wind would blow |
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Bhiodh tu luaidh am bàrr a crannan |
You would be at the top of the mast |
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'S e mo cheist an gille donn |
My desire is the brown-haired boy |
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Theid do chrannagaibh na luing |
That would reach the top of the mast |
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Dh'fhàg thu mo chridhe-sa trom |
You left my heart heavy |
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Mar chloich ann an gleann nach caraich |
Like a stone in the glen that cannot move |
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Chan iarrainn airgead no sprèidh |
I don't want money or cattle |
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No nì eile tha fon ghrèin |
Nor anything else under the sun |
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Ach mi dh'fhaighinn mo thoil fhèin |
But to get my wish |
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Shiùbhlainn rèidh le m'chèile-falaich |
To journey with my forbidden love |
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Gura mise tha fo ghruaim |
It is I that is so desolate |
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'Nuair chì mi a'chlann-nighean uam |
When I see the young girls |
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Cnot de ribeinean mun gruaig |
With ribbons in their hair |
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'S mise cumail suas a'bharrain |
And I keeping a secret under my headband |
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Di-Dòmhnaich a gheall thu ghaoil |
On Sunday you, my love, promised |
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Mo choinneachadh anns an fhraoch |
To meet me in the heather |
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Dhòmhsa bha 'n gealladh ud faoin |
To me your promise was false |
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Thug thu'n gaol's cha b'ann do dh'Anna |
You gave your love, but not to Anna |
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Cha do chreid mi mar aon |
I didn't believe for a moment |
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Gun robh t'aigne dhomh cho faoin |
That you loved me so lightly |
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No gu'n tilgeadh tu mi thaobh |
That you would cast me aside |
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Mar gun tilgeadh craobh a barrach |
Like a tree casts its leaves |
