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A Song for Brown-Haired Allan
| Fonn: Ì 's na hug oirnn o ho Ì 's na hì ri ri ù Ailean duinn a ni 's a nàire Brown haired Allan, his riches and shame 'S goirt 's gum daor phàigh mi màl dhut My rent to you was sore and dear Cha chrodh-laoigh, na caoraich bhàna It isn't calves, or white sheep Cha bhola, cha pheic, 's cha mhàm e It isn't the bole, peck or handful of grain Cha nì, cha innsridh, 's chan àirneis It isn't wealth, possessions or plenishings Ach an luchd a thaom am bàta But folk who bailed the boat Bha m'athair oirre 's mo thriùir bhràithean My father and three brothers were on board 'S laogh mo chuim a rinn mi àrach And the calf of my womb who I nurtured Chan e sin a léir 's a chràidh mi That's not what vexed and wounded me Ách am fear a ghlac air làimh mi But the one who took me by the hand Leathanach a' bhroillich bhàn-ghil The fair chested Mac Lean 'Se a thug on Chlachan Di màirt mi He took me from the shore on Tuesday Ailean donn, b'e beul a' mhànrain Brown Allan, his speech was sporting A Righ nam Fear, bu mhór do gràdh dhomh God, your love for me was great Gur iad na ròin do luchd-taighe The seals are your house servants Do choinnlean àrd na reultan geala Your tall candles are the shining stars |
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An Cliath Clis
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