Falbh le m’chromaig Tha tighinn fodham falbh le m’chromaig ‘S grogaidh mi mo bhonaid teann Tha tighinn fodham, ‘s mòr mo thogar Falbh le m’chromaig – tiugainn leam Tiugainn leam do thìr nam breacan Tha nam aire-sa gach àm Far an d’àraicheadh na gaisgich A rinn eachdraidh len cuid lann Gheibh thu bainne blàth bho’n ghogan Cop de chobhar geal mu cheann Ceòl aig banaraich ga bhleoghan ‘S bidh Mac Talla freagairt thall Cluinnidh tu, bho thàmh do chluasaig Cuisle chuain ri bualadh fann ‘S bidh do chadal sèimh gun bhruaillean Fad bho shràidean cruaidh nan Gall Chì thu dearcan de gach seòrsa Smiaran ‘s ròsan anns gach tom Sòbhrach dhiùid ‘s gach cùil na dlòghainn ‘S brat de neòinein air gach fonn Chì thu pailt am bradan tarragheal Fiamh an airgid thar gach lann ‘S e ri surd gu lùthmhor, meanmnach Far ‘m bi chuileag-mheanbh ri danns. Chì thu’n seillean ruadh na chabhaig ‘S e dol seachad ort le srann Chì thu luaineach e tighinn dhachaigh ‘S misg na meal’ air dol na cheann Chì thu fuarainn chaisgeas d’ìotadh ‘S bheir dhuit clì nuair bhios tu fann ‘S iad tre bhiolair uaine sìoladh – ‘S ro mhath ‘n iocshlaint iad do d’chom Tiugainn leam don àit as bòidhche Air bheil m’eòlas, bhos na thall; Cùis mo chràidh cho gearr ‘s tha ‘m fòrladh: Gum b’e ‘n sòlas fuireach ann! Le Aonghas MacEacharn

Going away with my crook I must go away with my crook And I’ll pull down my bonnet tight I must go away, my dearest wish To go away with my crook – come with me Come with me to the land of tartan Which is in my thoughts all the time Where the heroes were brought up Who made history with their weapons You’ll get warm milk from the wooden bowl With white foam on the top The milkmaid singing while she milks And the echo answering over there You will hear, from the peace of your pillow The channel of the sea faintly hitting the shore And your sleep will be quiet without disturbance Far from the hard streets of the lowlanders You’ll see berries of every kind Brambles and roses in every hillock Shy primroses in every corner in sheaves And a carpet of daisies on all the land You’ll sea plenty of white-bellied salmon The appearance of silver on every scale As it darts powerfully and with high spirits Where the midges are dancing You’ll see the rusty bee in a hurry Going past us with a drone You’ll see him uncertainly coming home The drunkenness of the honey going to his head You will see springs that will put an end to thirst And will give you energy when you are weak They run through the green watercress And are a good remedy for your body Come with me to the most beautiful place That I know about, here or away; The shortness of my stay is the cause of my anguish It would be joy to remain there! By Angus MacEachan