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'S iomadh oidhche fhliuch is thioram |
Many a night, wet and dry |
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Sìde nan seachd sian |
Or in the worst of weather |
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Gheibheadh Griogal dhomhsa creagan |
Gregor would find a rock for me |
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Ris an gabhainn dìon |
Where I would take shelter |
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Chorus (after each verse): |
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Òbhan, òbhan, òbhan iri |
Ovan, ovan, ovan iri |
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Òbhan iri ò |
Ovan iri o |
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Òbhan, òbhan, òbhan iri |
Ovan, ovan, ovan iri |
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'S mór mo mhulad's mòr |
Great is my sorrow, great |
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Dhìrich mi dh'an t-seòmar mhullaich |
I climbed to the room above |
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'S theirinn mi'n taigh-làir |
And I went down to the room below |
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'S cha d'fhuair mise Griogal cridhe |
But I did not find beloved Gregor |
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'Na shuidhe mu'n chlàr |
Seated by the table |
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Eudail mhóir, a shluaigh an Domhain |
Most loved of all the people of the world |
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Dhòirt iad t'fhuil an dè |
They spilled your blood yesterday |
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'S chuir iad do cheann air stob daraich |
And they put your head on a stake of oak |
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Tacan beag bho d'chré |
A short distance from your body |
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B'annsa bhi le Griogal cridhe |
I would rather be with beloved Gregor |
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Teàrnadh chruidh le gleann |
Looking after cattle in the glen |
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Na le Baran mór na Dalach |
Than with the great Baron of Dull |
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Sìoda geal mu'm cheann |
Wearing white silk around my head |
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Cha n'eil ùbhlan idir agam |
I have no apples at all |
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'S ùbhlan uil' aig càch |
Like all the apples which others have |
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'S ann tha m'ùbhlan cùbhr' ri caineil |
My apples are as fragrant as cinnamon |
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'S cùl an cinn ri làr |
And the back of their heads on the ground |
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'Nuair a bhios mnàthan òg' a'bhaile |
When the young women of the town |
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'Nochd nan cadal sèimh |
Are sleeping peacefully tonight |
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'S ann bhios mis' air bruaich do lice |
I shall be beside your tomb |
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'Bualadh mo dhà làimh |
Striking my two hands |
