33 Dh'fhalbh Mo Chàraid Do 'n Taobh Tuath 33

 
Séist
 Dh'fhalbh mo chàraid do 'n taobh tuath,      
Eilean Sgiathanach 'nam buadh,
Eilean dha'n d'thug mi mo luaidh
Ait' as bòidhche fo na nèoil.
Dh'fhalbh mo chàraid do 'n taobh tuath,
 
1
 Anns a' mhaduinn moch Di-Luain,
Bha sinn ceudan mil' do chuan,
Fhuair sinn uile na bha bhuain,
Farsuinneachd a' chuain fo sroin.
 
2
 Anns a' mhaduinn moch Di-Mairt,
Dh'fhàg mi duthaich mo ghràidh,
Sneachda geal 'ga cuir fo lar,
Dh'fhàg sud mo mhàthair fo bhròn.
 
3
 Anns a' mhaduinn moch Di-Ciadain,
Thàinig an long mhór 'gan iarraidh,
Gu'n a shil mo shùil gu cianail,
'N uair a dh'iarr iad ceann na ròp.
 
4
 Anns a' mhaduinn moch Di-Ardaoin,
A leig sinn an long fo sgaoil,
Bha i cur thairis na maor',
'S a sgaoileadh measg nan raon fo sroin.
 
5
 Anns a' mhaduinn moch Di-Haoine,
Sinne stiùradh air Bermuda,
Cha robh i ro fad' air a curs'
'N uair leig i aoidion fo sroin.
 
6
 Dh'fhàg sud mo peathraichean tursach,
'N am dhomh bhi fàgail na duthcha,
'N uair a chuir mi riuth' mo chul-thaobh,
Bogadaich bho sùil na deòir.
 
7
 An cùimhne leat 'n uair bha sinn maoth,  
Buachailleachd 's a' choille chraobh,
Long nan crannag ri ar taobh,
'S biorain fraoich na slatan-shiùil.
 
8
 Dh'fhoighnich mi dhe'n mheat a b'àird',
"C'àit' am bheil thu dol an drasd'?"
Dh'fhreagair e mi gun dail,
"Ait' as fearr leam a bhi beò".		 Chorus
 Now my friend's gone to the north,
Isle of Skye with charms so rare,
Island that I gave my love
Place that's fairest 'neath the sky.
Now my friend's gone to the north,
 
 
 It was early Monday morn,
We were many miles at sea,
We all got what we desired,
Ocean's breadth beneath her nose.
 
 
 It was early Tuesday morn,
I left the country I love,
Snow was falling to the ground;
That made my mother so sad.
 
 
 It was early Wednesday morning
That the large ship came to get us,
And my tears were flowing sadly,
When they came to tie the ropes.
 
 
 It was early Thursday morning
That we spread the sails aloft,
And she sailed among the shellfish
And scattered them beneath her prow.
 
 
 It was early Friday morning
We were heading for Bermuda,
She had not gone far on her course
When a leak came at the bow.
 
 
 It left my sisters so mournful
When I was leaving my homeland,
When I turned my back upon them
Tears were streaming from my eyes.
 
  
Do you recall when we were young
Herding in the wooded grove?
Boat with masts was close to us,
Sail-yards made of heather sticks.
 
 
 Then I asked the mate above,
"Where will you be going now?"
And he answered me at once,
"To the place I like best".



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