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Faigh an t-searrag-sa mun cuairt |
Get this bottle 'round |
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Lìon an àird gu bàrr a' chuach |
And fill the cup up to its brim |
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Deoch slàinte fear Ghlinne-Cuaich |
A health to the laird of Glen Quoich |
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'S gun éireadh buaidh gach latha leis |
And may his be the victory every day |
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Latha dhomh 's mi muigh air chuairt |
One day as I walked out |
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Thachair orm fear Ghlinne-Cuaich |
I met the laird of Glen Quoich |
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Làmh a dhiòladh dhòmhs' an duais |
His, the hand to dispense rewards to me |
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'S gun d'fhuair sin rud an latha sin |
And we got something that day |
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Ceist nam ban o thìr nam bó |
Darling of the women from the land of the cattle |
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Far Strath Chluainidh ghorm an fheòir |
From green Strath Cluaine of the grass |
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Far an d'fhuair thu d'àrach òg |
Where you were brought up |
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'S gun cùnnte móran aighean dhut |
And you owned many heifers |
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Bu tu ceann-uidhe nam bàrd |
To you the bards traveled |
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Na fìdhlearan 's luchd nan dàn |
And fiddlers and singers |
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Nuair a shìneadh tu do làmh |
When you stretched out your hand |
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Gum b'àilteachadh leam crathadh dhith |
A shake of it gave me delight |
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Nuair a dheidheadh tu bheinn a' cheo |
When you went to the misty mountain |
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Dh'iarraidh fàth air damh na cròic |
To try for a shot at the antlered stag |
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Air do shùil cha laigheadh sgleò |
Your eye would not lose its keeness |
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'S bu sheòlta dol 's an amharc thu |
And you were cunning at watching them |
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'S tric a leag thu màthair laoigh |
Often you felled a fawn's mother |
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'S a choille ghuirm air a taobh |
In the green wood on her side |
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Eilid bhinneach nan cas caol |
The delicate slender-legged hind |
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Is coileach fraoich 's a chamhanaich |
As well as the grouse at twilight |
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Nuair a dheidheadh tu bheinn na stùc |
When you went to the steep mountain |
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Le do ghunna 's le do chù |
With your gun and your dog |
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Nuair a lùbadh tu do ghlùin |
When you bent your knee |
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Gun ùmhlaicheadh na h-aighean dhut |
The hinds would yield to you |
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'S truagh nach d' thachair dhomh bhi 'm bhàrd |
It's a pity I didn't happen to be a bard |
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A thogadh do chliù an àird |
Who could sing your praises |
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Dheanainn innse dhuibh nam dhàn |
And I'd tell you all in my song |
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Gur mac a dh'fhàs mar d'athair thu |
That you are a son like your father |
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'S dé dheanadh do mhàthair chòir |
And what would your mother do |
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An fhuil uasal dh'fhàs gun phròis |
She of the noble blood without conceit |
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Mura tachradh ort té mhór |
If you didn't chance on a high-born girl |
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Aig am biodh stòr nach caitheadh i |
With unlimited wealth |
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'S faigh an t-searrag-sa mun cuairt |
Get this bottle 'round |
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Lìon an àird gu bàrr a' chuach |
And fill it to its brim |
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Deoch slàinte fear Ghlinne-Cuaich |
A health to the laird of Glen Quoich |
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'S gun éireadh buaidh gach latha leis |
And may his be the victory every day |
