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Capercaillie - An Eala Bhan
Gur duilich leam mar tha mi
Sad I consider my condition
'S mo chridhe 'n sas aig bron
With my heart engaged with sorrow
Bhon an uair a dh'fhag mi
From the very time that I left
Beanntan ard a'cheo
The high bens of the mist
Gleanntannan a'mhanrain
The little glens of dalliance
Nan loch, nam bagh 's nan srom
Of the lochans, the bays and the forelands
'S an eala bhan tha tamh ann
And the white swan dwelling there
Gach la air 'm bheil mi 'n toir
Whom I daily pursue
A Mhagaidh na bi tursach
Maggie, don't be sad
A ruin, ged gheibhinn bas
Love, if I should die
Co am fear am measg an t-sluaigh
Who among men
A mhaireas buan gu brath?
Endures eternally?
Chan eil sinn uile ach air chuairt We are all only on a journey
Mar dhithein buaile fas
Like flowers in the deserted cattle fold
Bheir siantannan na blianna sios
That the year's wind and rain will bring down
'S nach tog a'ghrian an aird
And that the sun cannot raise
Tha 'n talamh leir mun cuairt dhiom
All the ground around me
'N mheallan suas 's na neoil
Is like hail in the heavens
Aig na 'shells' a'bualadh
With the shells exploding
Cha leir dhomh bhuam le ceo
I am blinded by smoke
Gun chlaisneachd aig mo chluasan
My ears are deafened
Le fuaim a'ghunna mhoir
By the roar of the cannon
Ach ged tha 'n uair seo cruaidh orm
But despite the savagery of the moment
Tha mo smuaintean air NicLeoid
My thoughts are on the girl called MacLeod
Air m'uilinn anns na truinnsichean
Crouched in the trenches
Tha m'inntinn ort, a ghraidh
My mind is fixed on you, love
Nam chadal bidh mi a'bruadar ort
In sleep I dream of you
Cha dualach dhomh bhith slan
I am not fated to survive
Tha m'aigne air a lionadh
My spirit is filled
Le cianalas cho lan
With a surfeit of longing
'S a' ghruag a dh'fhas cho ruadh orm
And my hair once so auburn
A nis air thuar bhith ban
Is now almost white
Oidhche mhath leat fhein, a ruin
Good night to you, love
Nad leabaidh chubhraidh bhlath
In your warm, sweet-smelling bed
Cadal samhach air a chul
May you have peaceful sleep and afterwards
Do chusgadh sunndach slan
May you waken healthy and in good spirits
Tha mise 'n seo 's an truinnsidh fhuar
I am here in the cold trench
'S nam chluasan fuaim a' bhais
With the clamor of death in my ears
Gun duil ri faighinn as le buaidh
With no hope of returning victorious
Tha 'n cuan cho buan ri shnamh
The ocean is too wide to swim
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