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Fhuair Mi Pog Ochoin A Righ, Gur Tinn An Galair An Gradh
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Margaret Stewart & Allan MacDonald
   
Appears On: Fhuair Mi Pog
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   
Other Versions: "Am Buachaille Ban" on Back Of The Moon's album Back Of The Moon
"Am Buachaille Ban" on Capercaillie's album Crosswinds
"Am Buachaille Bn" on Cliar's album Gun Tmh
"Ochin A Righ Gura Tinn Mo Galar An Grdh" on Fiona Mackenzie's album Seinn! O Ho Ro Seinn!
"Air Fail A Lail O" on Mouth Music's album Mouth Music
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Ochin a Righ Oh woe is me
Gur tinn an galair an grdh How sore is the sickness of love
Chaneil neach air am bi There is no one who suffers
Nach saoil gur bliadhna gach l That does not feel that each day lasts a year
Gun bhris e mo chridh' My heart is broken
'S gun sgaoil e chuislean mo shlint' And sapped the springs of my health
Bhith cumha na dhidh Lamenting him, after leaving him
Bhon thrig mi fear an fhuilt bhin The fair young man
   
Sist: Chorus (after each verse):
Air fairil a l Air fairil a l
Hor, air fairil a l Hor, air fairil a l
Air fairil a l Air fairil a l
Hor, air fairil a l Hor, air fairil a l
Faill- faill Faill- faill
Hor, air fairil a l Hor, air fairil a l
'S ochin a ghaoil Oh woe is me, my love
Gum b'aotrom, aighearach sinn We were once happy and carefree
   
Nuair thid thu thar sil When you are sailing abroad
A ghridh biodh glainne nad dhrn Love, have a glass to hand
'S bi 'g l dheoch slint' And drink my good health
'S gach it 's a suidh thu aig brd In each place where you are seated at table
Do chridhe geal ibhinn Your heart is fair, happy
Aotrom, aighearach g Light, cheerful and young
'S bu bhinne do bheul And your mouth is sweeter
Na 'n teud bho 'n tigeadh an cel Than any musical strings
   
Nach robh mi 's mo ghrdh Oh I wish that I and my love
Air iridh, monadh no sliabh Were on a high shieling or on the braes
No air an trigh bhin Or on the white beach
No 'n it' nach robh duine riamh In a deserted place where no man goes
Seachd oidhche, seachd l Seven nights, seven days
Gun tmh, gun chadal, gun bhiadh Without rest, without sleep, without food
Is tusa bhith ghridh Only you, my love
'S do lmh an tarruing mum bhian With your hands around my middle
   
Do chl buidhe dualach It was your fair
Cuachach camagach tlth Curly, beautiful hair
Dh'fhg mise fo ghruaim That left me miserable
Gu buan gu latha mo bhis Forever to the day of my d
'S nan tigeadh tu nuas And if you were to visit
Air chuairt dhan bhaile-sa thmh And stay in this town
Ged chaochail mo shnuadh Although the bloom has faded from my complexion
Bu dual dhomh rithist bhith sln I would be whole once more