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Och a Theàrlaich òg Stiùbhart |
Alas young Charles Stewart |
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'S e do chùis rinn mo léireadh |
It is your cause that has left me desolate |
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Thug thu bhuam gach nì bh'agam |
You took from me everything I had |
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Ann an cogadh ad adhbhar |
In a war in your cause |
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Cha chrodh is cha chaoraich |
It is not cattle or friends I mourn |
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Tha mi caoidh ach mo chéile |
But my husband |
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On là dh'fhàg e mi 'm aonar |
Since the day he left me alone |
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Gun sìon san t-saoghal ach léine |
With nothing in the world but my shift |
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Mo rùn geal òg |
My fair young love |
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Có nis thogas an claidheamh |
Who will now lift the sword |
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No nì chathair a lìonadh? |
Or fill the chair? |
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'S gann gur h-e tha air m'aire |
It scarcely matters to me |
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O nach maireann mo chiadghradh |
Since my first love is dead |
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Ach ciamar gheimhinn o m'nàdur |
But how could I find it in my nature |
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A bhith 'g àicheadh nas miann leam |
To deny what I desire |
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Is mo thogradh cho làidir thoirt |
When my wish is strong to take |
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Gu àite mo rìgh math |
My good king to his rightful place |
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Mo rùn geal òg |
My fair young love |
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Bu tu 'm fear mór bu mhath cumadh |
You were the tall man, handsome |
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O do mhullach gu d' bhrògan |
From the crown of your head to your shoes |
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Bha do shlios mar an eala |
Your side was like the swan |
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'S blas na meal' air do phògan |
Your kisses tasted of honey |
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D'fhalt dualach donn lurach |
Your curled, brown, beautiful hair |
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Mu do mhuineal an òrdugh |
Was arranged 'round your neck |
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'S e gu camalubach cuimir |
Ringletted and elegant |
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'S gach aon toirt urram d' a bhòidhchead |
So that all paid tribute to its beauty |
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Mo rùn geal òg |
My fair young love |
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Bu tu 'm fear slinneanach leathainn |
You were broad-shouldered |
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Bu chaoile meadhan 's bu dealbhaich |
Slim-waisted, well-formed |
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Cha bu tàillear gun eòlas |
It was no unskilled tailor |
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Dheanadh còta math gearra dhut |
Who could make you a doublet |
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No dhèanadh dhut triubhais |
Or trews for you |
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Gun bhith cumhang no gann dhut |
That were not too tight or insufficient for you |
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Mar ghealbhradan do chasan |
Your legs were like the silver salmon |
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Le d' gheàrr osan mu d' chalpa |
With your short hose about your calf |
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Mo rùn geal òg |
My fair young love |
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Gura mise th' air mo sgaradh |
How distraught am I |
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'S ged do chanam cha bhreug e |
And though I say it, it is no lie |
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'S iomadh té bha na banntraich |
There is many a widow |
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Nach d' fhuair samhla dha m' chéile |
Who did not get the equal of my spouse |
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Fear do chéille 's do thuigse |
A man of your good sense |
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Cha robh furasd' ri fheutainn |
And understanding was not easy to find |
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'S cha do sheas air Cul Lodair |
And there stood not on Culloden's field |
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Fear do choltais bu tréine |
A more valiant man of your mien |
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Mo rùn geal òg |
My fair young love |
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Och nan och, gur mi bochdag |
Alas and alack |
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'S mi làn osnaich an còmhnaidh |
What a wretch I am, ceaselessly sighing |
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Chaill mi dùil ri thu thighinn |
I lost hope of your return |
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Thuit mo chridhe gu dòrtadh |
My heart burst with sorrow |
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Cha tog fidheall no clàrsach |
Neither fiddle or harp will raise it |
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Pìob no tàileasg no ceòl e |
Nor pipe, nor gaming, nor music |
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Nis o chuir iad thu 'n tasgaidh |
Now that they have laid you to rest |
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Cha dùisg caidreabh duin' òig mi |
Young men's company does not arouse me |
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Mo rùn geal òg |
My fair young love |
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Bha mi greis ann am barail |
For a while I imagined |
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Gum bu mhaireann mo chéile |
My spouse was alive |
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Is gun tigeadh tu dhachaidh |
And that you would come home |
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Le aighearr 's le éibhneas |
With joy and happiness |
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Ach tha 'n t-àm air dhol thairis |
But that time has gone by |
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Is chan fhaic mi fear d' eugaisg |
And I shall not see one like to you |
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Gus an téid mi fo'n talamh |
Until I go under the ground |
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Cha dealaich do spéis rium |
My love for you will not leave me |
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Mo rùn geal òg |
My fair young love |
