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Inner Sound Beloved Gregor
Credits: Traditional; arranged by Whistlebinkies
Appears On: Inner Sound
Language: Gidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)
Other Versions: "Griogal Cridhe" on Ishbel MacAskill's album Essentially Ishbel
"Griogal Cridhe" on Fiona Mackenzie & Arthur Cormack's album Seinn! O Ho Ro Seinn!
"Griogair" on Talitha MacKenzie's album Spiorad
"Griogal Cridhe" on Mac-talla's album ...Mairidh Gaol Is Ceol

Lyrics: English Translation:
'S iomadh oidhche fhliuch is thioram Many a night, wet and dry
Sde nan seachd sian Or in the worst of weather
Gheibheadh Griogal dhomhsa creagan Gregor would find a rock for me
Ris an gabhainn don Where I would take shelter
Sist: Chorus (after each verse):
bhan, bhan, bhan iri Ovan, ovan, ovan iri
bhan iri Ovan iri o
bhan, bhan, bhan iri Ovan, ovan, ovan iri
'S mr mo mhulad's mr Great is my sorrow, great
Dhrich mi dh'an t-semar mhullaich I climbed to the room above
'S theirinn mi'n taigh-lir And I went down to the room below
'S cha d'fhuair mise Griogal cridhe But I did not find beloved Gregor
'Na shuidhe mu'n chlr Seated by the table
Eudail mhir, a shluaigh an Domhain Most loved of all the people of the world
Dhirt iad t'fhuil an d They spilled your blood yesterday
'S chuir iad do cheann air stob daraich And they put your head on a stake of oak
Tacan beag bho d'chr A short distance from your body
B'annsa bhi le Griogal cridhe I would rather be with beloved Gregor
Ternadh chruidh le gleann Looking after cattle in the glen
Na le Baran mr na Dalach Than with the great Baron of Dull
Soda geal mu'm cheann Wearing white silk around my head
Cha n'eil bhlan idir agam I have no apples at all
'S bhlan uil' aig cch Like all the apples which others have
'S ann tha m'bhlan cbhr' ri caineil My apples are as fragrant as cinnamon
'S cl an cinn ri lr And the back of their heads on the ground
'Nuair a bhios mnthan g' a'bhaile When the young women of the town
'Nochd nan cadal simh Are sleeping peacefully tonight
'S ann bhios mis' air bruaich do lice I shall be beside your tomb
'Bualadh mo dh limh Striking my two hands