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Ailein Duinn [Rob Roy]
Ailein Duinn, o ho hi, shiubhlainn leat (Ailean Donn, o ho hi, I'd go with thee) Hi ri ri, ri u o, hi o hug hoireann o, Hi ri ri, etc.
Ailein Duinn, o ho hi, shuibhlainn leat (Brown-haired Allan, o ho hi, I'd go with thee) 'S bochd an nochd na bheil air m'aire (Tonight sad thoughts my mind are filling)
Miad na sine, fuachd na gaillinn (The strength of the storm, the cold of th' tempest) Miad na sine, fuachd na gaillinn (The strength of th' storm, the cold of th' tempest)
Dh'fhuadaicheadh na fir o'n charraig (That drove the men from the shore's shelter) Dh'fhuadaicheadh na fir o'n charraig (That drove the men from the shore's shelter)
Chuireadh iad a' bhoid dha'n aindeoin (Sent them on a voyage unwilling) Far an trom an laigh a' ghailleann (Where the gale blows so heavy)
Cha b'e siod leam ar diol caladh ('Twas not, I think, your choice of harbour) Ach Caolas Diadhair anns na Hearadh (Rather Diadhair Sound in Harris)
Far am bi na feidh air bhearradh (Where the deer are on the hilltops) Dobhran donn is laogh breac ballach (Otter brown and fawn all spotted)
Gura mise th'air mo leireadh Cha n-e bas a' chruidh 'sa Cheitein No tainead mo bhuaile spreidhe Ach a fhlichead 's tha do leine 'S tu bhith 'm barr nan tonn ag eirigh
Mucan mar bhith 'gad reubadh Bhith 'gad ghearradh as a cheile Ailein Duinn, a laoigh mo cheilleadh Gura h-og a thug mi speis dhut Nuair a bha thu 'n sgoil na Beurla Nuair a bha sinn ann le cheile
Gum paigheadh Dia siod ri t'anam Mhiad 's a fhuair mi d' chuid gun cheannach Piosan caola geal' an anart Neapagain do 'n t-sioda bhallach
Thug thu fhein, a ghaoil, a Manainn Ailein Duinn, a mhiann nan leannan Chuala mi gun deach thu fairis Air a' bhata laidir dharaich
Ma 's fhior siod, cha bhi mi fallain Gu la brach cha dian mi bainis M'iarrtas air Righ na Cathrach Gun mo chur an uir no 'n gaineamh
An talamh toll no 'n aite daingeann 'N seombar cuil no 'n aite daingeann Ach 'sa bhall am b thu, Ailein Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
'S truagh, a Righ ! nach mi bha 'n laimh riut Ge be bagh no sgeir an traigh thu Ge be tiurr am fag an lan thu 'S cul do chinn air bhac mo laimhe Do chul dualach, cuachach, fainneach Dh'olainn deoch, ge b'oil le cach e
Cha b'ann do bhurn no do shaile No do dh'fhion dearg na Spainte Ach fuil do chuim 's tu 'n deidh do bhathadh Gura buidhe nochd dha d' mhathair Bho nach 'eil thu beo 's tu baite
Ailein Duinn, o ho hi, shiubhlainn leat Hi ri ri, ri u o, hi o hug hoir o Ailein Duinn, o ho hi shiubhlainn leat
Truly I am sore tormented Not by death of stock in springtime Nor by th' fewness of my cattle But by thy clothing's dampness And that thou art on wavetop floating While sea monsters rend thy body
And are tearing thee asunder Ailean Donn, king of my senses Young I was when first I lov'd thee When you were getting English schooling When we were in school together
May God repay thy soul, I'm praying What of thy own store thou gav'st me Silver shinings, wrapped in linen Speckled tablecloths, all silken
Which you brought from Manann's Island Ailean Donn, my chosen sweetheart I did hear that you went over On the vessel, strong and oaken
If 'tis true, I'll not recover Till Doomsday I'll have no wedding I pray unto the King of Heaven In earth or sand I'll not be buried
Nor in quagmire or place of hiding Nor in back-room, nor in stronghold But the spot where thou art, Ailean
Alas, O God, I was not beside thee Whatever bay or rock thou'lt come on Whatever tide-mark the flood will leave thee Thy head in my hand-palm cradled
With curling, flowing hair in ringlets I'd drink, though all abhor it Not of the sea, nor of fresh water Nor of the red Spanish claret
But thy heart's blood, after thy drowning Thanks tonight unto thy mother Since thou art drowned and liv'st no longer
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