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Posted By: Malcolm Douglas
22-Aug-00 - 01:59 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Cuir Culaibh Ri Asainte
Subject: Lyr Add: CUIR CULAIBH RI ASSAINTE / TURN YOUR BACK

You used to be able to get a sheet of Gaelic and English lyrics for this album from Temple Records. Here you are (exactly as given on the typed sheet I have; accents are not given, and I'm making no attempt to add them):

CUIR CULAIBH RI ASSAINTE
TURN YOUR BACK ON ASSYNT

Refrain:

Cuir culaibh cuir culaibh
Cuir culaibh ri Assainte
Cuir cul ri tir nan Gaidheal
Far 'n robh mi og is amaideach
Turning your back, turning your back
Turning your back on Assynt,
Turning your back on the land of the Highlander,
When I was young and foolish.

Last Refrain:

Cuir culaibh cuir culaibh
Cuir culaibh ri Assainte
Cuir cul ri tir nan Gaidheal
Ach duil gu 'n till mi dhachaidh ann.
Turning your back, turning your back
Turning your back on Assynt,
Turning your back on the land of the Highlander,
But I hope to return there.

Verses:

A ghillean oga eisdibh
Gus 'n dean mi sgeula aithris dhuibh
Oir feumaidh mi bhith fagail
An tir a dharaich m' athraichean.
O young lads now listen
While I tell you my tale,
For I must be leaving
The land where my ancestors were reared.

'S ann air Diciadain
Gu moch anns a mhadainn
Dh' fhalbh mise le mo thriall
'S mi dol thar chuan a Chanada.
It was on a Wednesday
Early in the morning,
I left on my long journey
Going across the ocean to Canada.

Air fagail a Chulchinn dhomh
Bha mo chairdean mall rium dealachadh
Bha amalan tighinn air m' inntinn
'S mi fagail na caileagan.
On leaving Culkein
My friends were loth to part from me,
And my thoughts became sad
At my leaving the lassies.

Bho 'n dh' fhag sinn Loch-an-Inbhair
Bha mise dol air m' aineolas
Mu 's drainig sinne Luirg
Cnoc na gleann cha b' aithne dhomh.
From the time we left Lochinver
I was in totally strange country
By the time we reached Lairg
Neither hill nor glen did I know.

An Glascho mhor nan buthan
Le sraidean fada farsainn ann
Gur mise tha gu tursach
'S na miltean sluaigh a tachairt rium.
In the big city of Glasgow with all its shops
And with its long wide streets
I am so happy
With a multitude of people milling around me.

Di-sathuirne rinn sinn seoladh
Bho 'n Bhroomielaw 'n Glascho
Measg treubhan dheth gach seorsa
Air bord 'n "Southwark" Shasunnach.
On Saturday we set sail
From the Broomielaw in Glasgow
Among all kinds of races of people
On board the English boat, the "Southwark".

Dol Seachad culaibh Eireann
Bha muir is gaoth ri cathadh ann
'S na h-uile bah air bord
Gu tinne le cur na mara oirre.
Going round the back of Ireland
The sea and wind in a snow storm
And everyone on board
Was feeling sea-sick.

Tha mi nochd gu tursach
Falbh air sraidean Chanada
Is caolas farsuinn fuar
Eadar mi 's mo luaidh tha n' Assainte. Tonight I am so sad
Walking the streets of Canada
And with a cold and wide strait
Between me and my love in Assynt.

Traditional; as sung by Eilidh Mackenzie on Eideadh Na Sgeulachd (The Raiment of the Tale) -Temple Records COMD 2048, 1992.

Malcolm

CUIR CULAIBH RI ASSAINTE	TURN YOUR BACK ON ASSYNT
Refrain:
Cuir culaibh cuir culaibh Cuir culaibh ri Assainte Cuir cul ri tir nan Gaidheal Far 'n robh mi og is amaideach	Turning your back, turning your back Turning your back on Assynt, Turning your back on the land of the Highlander, When I was young and foolish.
Last Refrain:
Cuir culaibh cuir culaibh Cuir culaibh ri Assainte Cuir cul ri tir nan Gaidheal Ach duil gu 'n till mi dhachaidh ann.	Turning your back, turning your back Turning your back on Assynt, Turning your back on the land of the Highlander, But I hope to return there.
Verses:
A ghillean oga eisdibh Gus 'n dean mi sgeula aithris dhuibh Oir feumaidh mi bhith fagail An tir a dharaich m' athraichean.	O young lads now listen While I tell you my tale, For I must be leaving The land where my ancestors were reared.
'S ann air Diciadain Gu moch anns a mhadainn Dh' fhalbh mise le mo thriall 'S mi dol thar chuan a Chanada.	It was on a Wednesday Early in the morning, I left on my long journey Going across the ocean to Canada.
Air fagail a Chulchinn dhomh Bha mo chairdean mall rium dealachadh Bha amalan tighinn air m' inntinn 'S mi fagail na caileagan.	On leaving Culkein My friends were loth to part from me, And my thoughts became sad At my leaving the lassies.
Bho 'n dh' fhag sinn Loch-an-Inbhair Bha mise dol air m' aineolas Mu 's drainig sinne Luirg Cnoc na gleann cha b' aithne dhomh.	From the time we left Lochinver I was in totally strange country By the time we reached Lairg Neither hill nor glen did I know.
An Glascho mhor nan buthan Le sraidean fada farsainn ann Gur mise tha gu tursach 'S na miltean sluaigh a tachairt rium.	In the big city of Glasgow with all its shops And with its long wide streets I am so happy With a multitude of people milling around me.
Di-sathuirne rinn sinn seoladh Bho 'n Bhroomielaw 'n Glascho Measg treubhan dheth gach seorsa Air bord 'n "Southwark" Shasunnach.	On Saturday we set sail From the Broomielaw in Glasgow Among all kinds of races of people On board the English boat, the "Southwark".
Dol Seachad culaibh Eireann Bha muir is gaoth ri cathadh ann 'S na h-uile bah air bord Gu tinne le cur na mara oirre.	Going round the back of Ireland The sea and wind in a snow storm And everyone on board Was feeling sea-sick.
Tha mi nochd gu tursach Falbh air sraidean Chanada Is caolas farsuinn fuar Eadar mi 's mo luaidh tha n' Assainte.	Tonight I am so sad Walking the streets of Canada And with a cold and wide strait Between me and my love in Assynt.