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AN ALTAIREACHD ARD
D. MacVicar

An ataireachd bhuan
Cluinn fuiam na h-ataireachd ard
Tha torunn a'chuain
Mar chualas leams' e'n am phaisd
Gun mhuthadh gun truas
A' sluaisreadh gainneimh na tragh'd
An ataireachd bhuan
Cluinn fuiam na h-ataireachd ard

'S na coilltean a siar
Cha 'n iarrain fuireach gu brath
Bha m'inntinn 's mo mhainn
A riamh air lagan a' bhaigh
Ach iadsan bha fial, an gniomh
An caidreamh, 's an agh
Air sgapadh gun dion
Mar thriallas ealtainn roimh namh

Ach siubhlaidh mi uat
Cha ghluais mi tuilleadh 'n ad dhail
Tha m'aois 'us mo shnuadh
Toirt luaidh air giorrad mo la
An am dhomh bhi suainnt'
Am fuachd 's an cadal a' bhais
Mo leabaidh dean suas
Ri fuaim na h-ataireachd ard

Na h-ataireachd ard
Mo leabaidh dean suas
Ri fuaim na h-ataireachd ard
Mo leabaidh dean suas
Ri fuaim na h-ataireachd ard
Na h-ataireachd ard

The ceaseless surge
Listen to the surge of the sea
The thunder of the ocean
As I heard it when I was a child
Without change, without pity
Breaking on the sand of the beach
The ceaseless surge
Listen to the surge of the sea

In the woods of the west
I would not want to remain forever
My mind and my desire
Were always on the little hollow by the bay
But those folk who were generous in affection
In their happiness and in their acts
Have been scattered defenseless
As a flock of birds flees in front of their enemy

But I'll depart from you
I'll not move any more to meet you
My age and my appearance
Give an account of the shortness of my day
At the time that I am wrapped
In the cold slumber of death
My bed make up
Behind the sound of the sea

The surge of the sea
My bed make up
Behind the sound of the sea
My bed make up
Behind the sound of the sea
The surge of the sea