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Colla Mo Rn ran Fear Ghlinne-Cuaich
   
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Margaret Stewart & Allan MacDonald
   
Appears On: Colla Mo Rn
   
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
   

Lyrics: English Translation:
   
Faigh an t-searrag-sa mun cuairt Get this bottle 'round
Lon an ird gu brr a' chuach And fill the cup up to its brim
Deoch slinte fear Ghlinne-Cuaich A health to the laird of Glen Quoich
'S gun ireadh buaidh gach latha leis And may his be the victory every day
   
Latha dhomh 's mi muigh air chuairt One day as I walked out
Thachair orm fear Ghlinne-Cuaich I met the laird of Glen Quoich
Lmh a dhiladh dhmhs' an duais His, the hand to dispense rewards to me
'S gun d'fhuair sin rud an latha sin And we got something that day
   
Ceist nam ban o thr nam b Darling of the women from the land of the cattle
Far Strath Chluainidh ghorm an fheir From green Strath Cluaine of the grass
Far an d'fhuair thu d'rach g Where you were brought up
'S gun cnnte mran aighean dhut And you owned many heifers
   
Bu tu ceann-uidhe nam brd To you the bards traveled
Na fdhlearan 's luchd nan dn And fiddlers and singers
Nuair a shneadh tu do lmh When you stretched out your hand
Gum b'ilteachadh leam crathadh dhith A shake of it gave me delight
   
Nuair a dheidheadh tu bheinn a' cheo When you went to the misty mountain
Dh'iarraidh fth air damh na cric To try for a shot at the antlered stag
Air do shil cha laigheadh sgle Your eye would not lose its keeness
'S bu shelta dol 's an amharc thu And you were cunning at watching them
   
'S tric a leag thu mthair laoigh Often you felled a fawn's mother
'S a choille ghuirm air a taobh In the green wood on her side
Eilid bhinneach nan cas caol The delicate slender-legged hind
Is coileach fraoich 's a chamhanaich As well as the grouse at twilight
   
Nuair a dheidheadh tu bheinn na stc When you went to the steep mountain
Le do ghunna 's le do ch With your gun and your dog
Nuair a lbadh tu do ghlin When you bent your knee
Gun mhlaicheadh na h-aighean dhut The hinds would yield to you
   
'S truagh nach d' thachair dhomh bhi 'm bhrd It's a pity I didn't happen to be a bard
A thogadh do chli an ird Who could sing your praises
Dheanainn innse dhuibh nam dhn And I'd tell you all in my song
Gur mac a dh'fhs mar d'athair thu That you are a son like your father
   
'S d dheanadh do mhthair chir And what would your mother do
An fhuil uasal dh'fhs gun phris She of the noble blood without conceit
Mura tachradh ort t mhr If you didn't chance on a high-born girl
Aig am biodh str nach caitheadh i With unlimited wealth
   
'S faigh an t-searrag-sa mun cuairt Get this bottle 'round
Lon an ird gu brr a' chuach And fill it to its brim
Deoch slinte fear Ghlinne-Cuaich A health to the laird of Glen Quoich
'S gun ireadh buaidh gach latha leis And may his be the victory every day