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Séist Fa ri il éile o ro O ro i ri il o ro I ri il éile o ro Ochoin, 'n uair a dh'fhalbh sinn. An oidhche sin a ghluais sinn Gu robh mu'n ghealach buaile Bha pàirt dhi gorm us uaine 'S i 'togail gruaim gu soirbheas. Baddeck a rinn sinn 'clearance' Air madainn moch di-ciadaoin Bha brìtheas ann on iar-dheas 'A tarraing gruaim gu soirbheas. Mach aig beul Bhra d'Òr Bha uisge mór us ceò air Bha crodh againn air bòrd Mi-dhòigheal 'ad air fairge. 'Dol seachad Rubh' an t-Sàlmon A rìgh gu robh i gàbhaidh 'S i togail an t-sàile An àirde on ghainmhich. 'S e dh'fhàg mo lamhan grannda 'Nan gàgan mar a tha 'ad Cho tric 's a bhios a'n t-sàile Ri ròpa làidir cainbeach. Eachann 's e 'taomadh Alasdair bidh aotrom A' giùlain móran aodaich Air aodann na fairge. 'Dol seachad Point Aconi, Bha double reefs 's foresail Bha mainsail air a' lowaradh 'S an jib cha mhór nach d'fhalbh i. Siod far a' robh 'n iubhrach 'N uair a chuir sinn rithe h-aodach Gun sheòladh i mar fhaoileig An aodann na fairge. Mis' a bha stiùireadh, 'S an caiptean 'gabhail ùrnaigh 'Daididh air a chùlaibh 'S e 'cunntais a chuid airgead. |
Chorus Vocables Vocables Vocables Alas, when we departed. That night we made a move It was dark around the moon A part of her was blue and green It was grey, showing signs of strong wind. We made Baddeck clearance Early on Wednesday morning A breeze was there from southwest Pulling miserably to the wind. Out at the mouth of Bras d'Or Raining heavy and fog on it. We had cattle on board Disorderly they were on the ocean. Going past Salmon Point Lord, she was windy It was lifting up the sea High above the sand And it left my ugly hands Scarred like they are So often would be in the salt water With strong rope of hemp. Hector he is bailing Alexander will keep it light Carrying many sails On the surface of the sea. Going past Point Aconi The foresail was double reefed The mainsail was lowered And we damn near lost the jib She was like a bird When we put the sails to her In order to sail her like a seagull On the surface of the sea. I was steering And the captain saying a prayer Daddy behind him He is counting his share of silver. |
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