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Gheibhinn cadal math Gheibhinn cadal math le m’ ghaol Is laighinn sùmhail dlùth ri
taobh O gheibhinn cadal math le m’ ghaol Ged bhiodh an t-aodach
gann oirnn Gum faighinn cadal math le m’luaidh Ged bhiodh an sneachd ga chur mun
chruaich Gum paisginn thu rim thaic mar uan Is chumainn bhuait gach aimhleas Do bhroilleach geal mar chanach lòin Do ghruaidhean fallain, dreach nan ròs Do mhala chaol
mar ite ‘n eòin Gur biadh is ceòl do chainnt leam Gun d’rinn mi aomadh riut glè
òg Nuair bha mi aotrom, faoin, gun ghò Tha do chion-falaich Gur h-i do phòg a mheall mi Mo chion air cruinneag a’chùil bhàin Gur i mo roghainn, i thar chàich Gur eagal leam nach
bi mi slàn Bidh cuid an geall air earras ‘s maoin Le crodh is aighean ‘s fearann saor Gum fòghnadh dhomhs’ am bothan fraoich Ach thusa ghaoil bhith ann
leam Gur ann am Muile nam
beann fuar Tha ’chruinneag a thug dhìom mo shnuadh Gur e do ghaol dh’fhàg faoin
mo shuain ‘S gur truagh
nach robh mi thall leat. Le Aonghas MacEacharn (no Dòmhnall MacEachain) |
I’d get a
good sleep I’d get a good sleep with my love And I’d lie quietly close by her side Oh I’d get a good sleep with my love Though our clothes would be scarce on us. I’d get a good sleep with my
darling Though the snow would be
falling on the peat stack I’d wrap you up in my arms
like a lamb And keep every harm from you Your white bosom is like the
bog cotton Your healthy cheeks have the
hue of the rose Your slender brow is like a
bird’s feather Your speech is food and
drink to me I was seduced by you when
very young When I was silly, foolish
and without guile Your secret love is wounding
me now It was your kiss that
deceived me My desire is for the fair
haired girl She is my choice, she above all
others I am afraid that I won’t be alive If I don’t get you in my
hand, darling Some are excessively fond of
wealth and riches With cattle and calves, and
free land The heather bothy would do for me As long as you, my dear,
with in it with me It is in That the girl who took my
healthy colour from me It is your love that has
made my sleep lonely And how sad it is that I am
not there with you By Angus MacKechnie (or Donald MacEachan) |