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Cuilidh Mo Ghruagach Dhonn
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by amon Doorley, Julie Fowlis & John Doyle
   
Appears On: Cuilidh
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Hi ho ro, mo ghruagach dhonn Hi ho ro, my brown-haired lass
'S ann ort fhin a dh'fhs an loinn Whose beauty becomes more beguiling
Dh'fhg siud acaid na mo chom The deep love I have for you
An gaol cho trom 's a ghabh mi ort Has left me sorely wounded
   
Fhuair mi do litir Dimirt Your letter arrived on Tuesday
Dh'innseadh dhmhsa mar a bha Telling of what was to be
Gu robh thu a' tighinn gun dil It told that your ship would arrive
A-mach air bta Ghlaschu In Glasgow without delay
   
Nuair a leugh mi mar a bha When I read this
Ghabh mi sos am Brumal I immediately headed for the Broomielaw
Chunnaic mi a' tighinn am bt' I saw the ship approach
'S an t-illeagan, an ainnir, innt' Carrying the jewel, the maiden
   
Nuair a shn mi mach mo lmh When I held out my hand
Thionndaidh thu le fiamh a' ghir' You turned with a slight smile
'S labhair thu facal no dh And uttered a couple of words
Dh'fhg iomadh trth gun chadal mi Which left me sleepless many nights
   
'S ann ort fhin tha ghruag a' fs You have the loveliest hair
Cha dubh 's cha ruadh is cha bhn Neither black, nor red, nor fair
Ach mar an t-r as ille snuadh But the color of the most beautiful gold
Gu buidhe, dualach, camalagach Yellow, braided and curled
   
Dhanainn sgrobhadh dhut le peannt I would write for you with a pen
'S dhanainn treabhadh dhut le crann And I would cultivate for you with a plow
'S dhanainn sgiobair dhut air luing And I would captain a ship for you
Air nighean donn nam meall-shilean Brown-haired lass of the deceiving eyes
   
Meir is grinn thu air an t-snth You are skilled at working wool
No cur peannt air pipear bn And at writing on blank paper
Ach ma chaidh thu null thar sil But if you have gone overseas
Dh'Astrilia, mo bheannachd leat To Australia, good-bye to you
   
Cha bhi mi tuilleadh fo len I will no longer be in despair
Glacaidh mi t r air spig I'll grab a new one by the hand
Solamh bu ghlice bha be Solomon, the wisest man who lived
Bha aige mran leannanan Had many sweethearts
   
Hi ho ro, mo ghruagach dhonn Hi ho ro, my brown-haired lass
'S ann ort fhin a dh'fhs an loinn Whose beauty becomes more beguiling
Dh'fhg siud acaid na mo chom The deep love I have for you
An gaol cho trom 's a ghabh mi ort Has left me sorely wounded