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'S e mo leanabh mingiliseach |
Behold my child, limbed like the kid |
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Maingiliseach, bualadh nan each |
And fawn, smiting the horses |
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Glac nan lùireach, nan each cruidheach |
Seizing the accoutrements of the shod horses |
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'S nan each snagach, mo leanabh beag |
The spirited steeds, my little child |
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'S truagh nach fhaicinn fhèin do bhuaile |
Oh that I could see your cattlefold |
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Gu h-àrd, àrd air uachdair slèibhe |
High up on the mountainside |
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Còta caol ceiteineach uaine |
A green shaggy jacket |
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Mud dhà ghualainn ghil is lèine, mo leanabh beag |
About your two white shoulders with a linen shirt, my little child |
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'S truagh nach fhaicinn fhèin do sheisreach |
Oh that I could see your team of horses |
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Fir na dèidh |
Men following them |
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Mnài còmhdhail a' tighinn dhachaigh |
Serving-women returning home |
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'S na Catanaich a' cur shìl |
And the Clan Chattan sowing the corn |
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O mhìlidh bhog, o mhìlidh bhog |
Oh tender hero, oh tender hero |
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O mhìlidh bhog |
Oh tender hero |
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Mo bhrù a rug, mo chìoch a shluig |
Whom my womb brought forth, who swallowed from my breast |
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Mo ghlùin a thog |
Who was reared on my knee |
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'S e mo leanabh m' ultach iubhair |
It is my child, armful of yew |
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Sultmhor reamhar, mo luachair bhog |
Happy and fat, my bulrush |
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M' fheòil is m' uighean |
My flesh and eggss |
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A nì bhruidhinn |
That will soon be speaking |
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Bha thu fo mo chrios anuiridh |
Last year you were beneath my girdle |
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Lus an toraidh |
Plant of fertility |
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'S bidh tu 'mbliadhna gu geal guanach |
And this year, fair and playful |
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Air mo ghualainn feadh a' bhaile, mo leanabh beag |
On my shoulder, you will be going 'round on the homestead |
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Obh i rinn obh o, na cluinneam do leòn |
Obh i rinn obh o, let me not hear of your being wounded |
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Obh i rinn obh o, gun liath thu air chòir |
Obh i rinn obh o, that you naturally become gray |
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Obh i rinn obh o, gum bioraich do shròn |
Obh i rinn obh o, that your nose grows sharp as you grow old |
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Obh i rinn obh o, gun teirig do lò |
Obh i rinn obh o, before your day runs out |
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Obh i rinn obh inn thu, chan ann o Chlann Choinnich thu |
Obh i rinn obh inn thu, you are not of the Clan MacKenzie |
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Bhi rinn obh inn thu, chan ann o Chlann Chuinn thu |
Bhi rinn obh inn thu, you are not of the Clan MacQueens |
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Bhi rinn obh inn thu, sìol as dorcha leinn thu |
Bhi rinn obh inn thu, you are of the seed we like best |
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Sìol nan Leòdach nan lann 's nan lùireach |
The seed of the Clan MacLeod, of the weapons and armor |
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B' e Lochlann dùthchas do shinnsir |
Lochlann was the land of your ancestors |
