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Capercaillie - Eilean A' Cheo
Ged tha mo cheann air liathadh
Although my head has grayed
Le deuchainnean is bron
With forgetfulness and sadness
Is grian mo leth-cheud bliadhna
And the sun of my fifty years
Air ciaradh fo na neoil
Has darkened under the clouds
Tha m' aigne air an lionadh
My thoughts are filled
Le iarrtas tha ro mhor
With a great desire
A dh'fhaicinn Eilean Sgiathach
To see the Isle of Skye
Na siantanan 's a' cheo
The elements and the mist
Tha corr 's da fhichead bliadhna
It is more than forty years
Bho'n thriall mi uait gam' dheoin Since
I left you willingly
'S a chuir mi sios mo lion
And I put down my roots
Ann am meadhon baile mhoir
In the middle of the city
Is ged a fhuair mi iasgair
And although I married a fisherman
A lion mo thaigh le stor
Who filled my house with wealth
Bu chuimhneachail mi riamh ort
You are forever in my mind
'S bu mhiann leam bhi 'nad choir
And I long to be in your shelter
Ach co aig a bheil cluasan
But who has ears
No cridh' tha gluasad beo
Or a heart which beats with life
Nach seinneadh leam an duan seo
Who will not sing this song with me
Mu'n truaigh' a thainig oirnn?
About the hardship which has befallen us?
Na milltean a chaidh fhuadach
The thousands who were cleared
Thar chuain gun chuid, 's gun choir
Deprived of their belongings and their rights
Tha miann an cridh' 's an smuaintean
The desires of their hearts and their thoughts
Air Eilean uain' a' Cheo
Are on the green Isle of the Mist
Nis, cuimhnichibh ur cruadal
Now remember your hardship
Is cumaibh suas ur srol
And keep your banner flying
Gu'n teid an roth mu'n cuairt duibh
For the wheel will not go 'round for you
Le neart is cruas nan dorn
Without strength and hardness of fist
Gum bi bhur crodh air buailtean
Your cattle will be in their folds
'S gach tuathanach air doigh
And every farmer will be happy
'S na Sas'nnaich air am fuadach
And the English would be ousted
A Eilean uain' a' Cheo
From the green Isle of the Mist
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