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This Feeling Inside Fear A Bhata
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Mairi MacInnes & William Jackson
   
Appears On: This Feeling Inside
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   
Other Versions: "Fear A' Bhta" on Capercaillie's album Get Out
"Fhir A' Bhta" on Eilidh Mackenzie's album Eideadh Na Sgeulachd
"Fear A Bhta" on Fiona Mackenzie & Arthur Cormack's album Seinn! O Ho Ro Seinn!
"Fear A' Bhta" on Talitha MacKenzie's album Spiorad
"Fear A Bhata" by Niamh Parsons on the Gaelic Voices compilation
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
'S tric mi sealltainn o'n chnc a's irde I'm often searching on the highest hilltop
Dh'fheuch am faic mi fear a bhta Trying to find the boatman
An tig thu'n diigh no'n tig thu mireach Will you come tonight or tomorrow?
'S mur tig thu idir gur truagh a t' mi If you don't come at all, I'll be distraught
   
Sist: Chorus (after each verse):
Fhir a bhata 'sna horo eile Oh boatman 'sna horo eile
Fhir a bhata 'sna horo eile Oh boatman 'sna horo eile
Fhir a bhata 'sna horo eile Oh boatman 'sna horo eile
Mo shraidh sln leat 's gach it an teid thu My best wishes go with you wherever you may be
   
Tha mo chridhe-sa briste brite My heart is broken, bruised
'S tric na deir a ruith o'm shilean Often tears are running down my cheeks
An tig thu nochd no'm bi mo dhil riut Will you come tonight or will I wait up for you
No'n din mi'n dorus le osna thrsaich But close the door, sighing heavily?
   
Gheall mo leannan dhomh gn dhe'n t-soda My love promised me a dress of silk
Gheall e siod agus breacan romhach He promised me that and a gray tartan
Fainn ir anns an figinn iomhaigh A gold ring where I'd see my reflection
Ach 's eagal leam gun dean e di-chuimhn' But I'm afraid he has forgotten
   
Bidh mi tuille gu trsach derach I will be forever tearful and dejected
Mar eala bhn 's an digh a rebadh Like a wild swan wounded and broken
Guileag bis aic' air lochan ferach Wailing its song of death on some weedy pond
Is cach uile an digh a trigsinn Left by the others, alone and abandoned