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Spiorad Fionnaghuala
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Talitha MacKenzie & Chris Birkett
   
Appears On: Spiorad
   
Language: Gāidhlig (Scottish Gaelic) & English
   
Other Versions: "Fionnghuala" on Anúna's album Anúna
"Fionnghuala" on the Bothy Band's album The Best Of The Bothy Band
"Bothan" on Alyth McCormack's album An Iomall
"Ruidhleadh" on Anna Murray's album Trė Nithean
"Fionnghuala" on Nightnoise's album Shadow Of Time
"Heidi" on Shine's album Sugarcane
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Ars' an gobha, "Fuiricheamaid" The smith said, "Let's stay"
Ars' an gobha, "Falbhamaid" The smith said, "Let's go"
Ars' an gobha, leis an othail The smith said, in his confusion
A bh'air an dorus an t-sobhail In the doorway of the byre
Gu rachadh e a shuirghe That he would go courting
   
Sčist: Chorus:
'S a gheala nam bothan nam bothan Oh the white one of the bothies
Peithir a bha ann an doicheall Peithir a bha ann an doicheall
Gheala nam bothan nam bothan Oh the white one of the bothies
Bothan a bh'aig Fionnaghuala The bothy that was Fionnaghuala's
'S a gheala nam bothan nam bothan Oh the white one of the bothies
Peithir a bha ann an doicheall Peithir a bha ann an doicheall
Gheala nam bothan nam bothan Oh the white one of the bothies
Bothan a bh'aig Fionnaghuala The bothy that was Fionnaghuala's
   
Bheirinn fead air fulmairean I'd have a shot at the fulmars
Bheirinn fead air falmairean I'd have a shot at the hakes
Liųchannan beaga na mara And the small sea-lythes
Bheireamaid greis air an tarruing We'd spend a while pulling
Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn As long as the handlines would hold out for us
   
(Sčist) (Chorus)
   
I am Fionnaghuala, that is my name
You may call me Fair-Shoulders, it is all the same
My girls all are lovely, some without, some within
You know you can't judge a woman by the look of the skin
 
   
You can't always see the beauty right from the start
First you look at the body, then you look in the heart
I tell you, fishermen that when you cast your lines
You may think that you've got nothing, but just give it time
 
   
Cha d'fhuir sinn dad an a-seo We didn't get anything over here
Cha d'fhuir sinn dad an a-sin We didn't get anything over there
Cha d'fhuir sinn dad an a-seo We didn't get anything over here
Cāil ach roc a' dol 's na duirgh againn Nothing but a tangle of seaweed going onto our handlines
   
O nach tigeadh carbhanach Oh if only a carp would come
O nach tigeadh carbhanach Oh if only a carp would come
Mar sin is lčabagan glasa Or even a grey-green flounder
Bheireadh na dubhain o'n fhermainn Who'd take the fishhooks our of the seaweed
Na maireadh na duirgh againn As long as our handlines would hold out
   
(Sčist 2x) (Chorus 2x)