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Oidhche Shamhna dhomh 's mi m'ònar |
Alone on Halloween night |
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Smaointich mi gun dianainn òran |
I thought I would compose a song |
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'S truagh a Rìgh nach mi bha pòsd' |
It's a pity I wasn't married |
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Ri òigear a' chùil dualaich |
To the youth with the curled hair |
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Gura h-e mo ghaol an t-òigear |
The young man of the brown hair |
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A' chùil duinn 's a' leadain bhòidhich |
And lovely tresses is my darling |
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'S mi gu siubhladh leat far m'eòlais |
I would fare with you to unknown places |
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Ged tha an còta ruadh ort |
Even though you wear the redcoat |
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Chuir thu falt mo chinn gu talamh |
You sent the hair of my head to the ground |
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Chuir thu mo ghruaidh dhearg an tainead |
You made my red cheeks thin |
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'S truagh nach robh mise 's an anart |
It's a pity that I wasn't in the death shroud |
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Mun deachaidh mo luaidh riut |
Before I fell in love with you |
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Tha mi nochd a' dol a laighidh |
Tonight, as I go to rest |
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'S cinnteach leam gum faic mi aisling |
It's certain I will see a vision |
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Thu bhi sìnte ann 'am leabaidh |
You will lay in my bed |
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Tacan air a' chluasaig |
For a while on the pillow |
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Tha mo rùn air a' ghille |
I love the lad |
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'S mór mo dhùil ri thu thilleadh |
Great is my hope for you to return |
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'S mi gu siubhladh leat am fireach |
I would travel the moorland with you |
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Fo shileadh nam fuar-bheann |
Under the drip of the cold mountains |
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Oidhche Shamhna dhomh 's mi m'ònar |
Alone on Halloween night |
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Smaointich mi gun dianainn òran |
I thought I would compose a song |
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'S truagh a Rìgh nach mi bha pòsd' |
It's a pity I wasn't married |
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Ri òigear a' chùil dualaich |
To the youth with the curled hair |
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(Sèist) |
(Chorus) |
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Gura h-e mo ghaol an t-òigear |
The young man of the brown hair |
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A' chùil duinn 's a' leadain bhòidhich |
And lovely tresses is my darling |
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'S mi gu siubhladh leat far m'eòlais |
I would fare with you to unknown places |
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Ged tha an còta ruadh ort |
Even though you wear the redcoat |
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(Sèist) |
(Chorus) |
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Chuir thu falt mo chinn gu talamh |
You sent the hair of my head to the ground |
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Chuir thu mo ghruaidh dhearg an tainead |
You made my red cheeks thin |
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'S truagh nach robh mise 's an anart |
It's a pity that I wasn't in the death shroud |
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Mun deachaidh mo luaidh riut |
Before I fell in love with you |
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(Sèist) |
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Ged tha blàth na bric' air d'aodann |
Although your face is scarred by smallpox |
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Cha do lughdaich e mo ghaol ort |
It didn't lessen my love for you |
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'S mi gu siubhladh leat a' saoghal |
I would travel the world with you |
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Nan saoilinn-se do bhuannachd |
If I thought I could win you over |
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Phòsainn thu dh'aindeòin mo chàirdean |
I would wed you in spite of my kin |
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Gun toil m'athar, no mo mhàthar |
Without consent from my father or my mother |
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Eachann saor a tha mi 'g ràitinn |
I give his name, Hector the carpenter |
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Bhon 's e chnàmh a' ghruag dhiom |
Since it's he who has caused the hair to wear from my head |
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Tha mi nochd a' dol a laighidh |
Tonight, as I go to rest |
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'S cinnteach leam gum faic mi aisling |
It's certain I will see a vision |
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Thu bhi sìnte ann 'am leabaidh |
You will lay in my bed |
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Tacan air a' chluasaig |
For a while on the pillow |
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(Sèist...) |
(Chorus...) |
