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Thread #169024   Message #4083978
Posted By: GUEST,Rory
18-Dec-20 - 06:21 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: An Gaidheal am Mesag nan Gall
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: An Gaidheal am Measg nan Gall
An Gaidheal Am Measg Nan Gaidheal
(The Gael Among The Gaels)

Artist: Mary Jane Lamond
Album: Stòras (2005)


Seist:
O a ruin, gur a tu th' m'aire
O a ruin, gur a tu th' m'aire
Tu-fhein a ruin, gura tu th'air m'aire
Gur e do shugragh tha tighinn fainear dhomh

Cha togar fonn leam ach trom th'air m'aineol
Cha dean mi òran 's an doigh bu mhath leam
Gur mi bha gorach, nuair thug mi gealladh
Dh'an nigheag oig a th'an comhnuidh 'n Canna

Gur mi bha stàiteal nuair dh'fhàg mi Ailean
A'togail gàradh, 'sa càradh beulach
Gum b'fheàrr bhith ann airneo 's meallt mo bharail
Na bhith 'san àm seo 'san taing nan Gallaibh

Nuair nì sinn gluasad Dìluain dh'an bhaile
Bha bodaich Gallt ann a gheall ar meallachd
Cha tuig mi nàduir le cànan Gallaich
Tha mise dall gun an càinnt am theangaidh

Thoir soiridh bhuamsa thar cuan dh'a m' leannan
Is innsaibh fhein dhi gu bheil mi fallain
Gu bheil mi'n drast ann an Cader Parish
'S gu deachaidh Gàidhlig an àite seallaidh

'S tu Chatriona, tha tighinn air m'aire
Gur e do stòras a rinn mo mhealladh
'S tu bhith bòidheach, gun bhosd, gun bharrachd
Dh'en fhine mhòr 'o MhacLeoid na Hearradh


Chorus (after each verse):

Oh love, you are on my mind
Oh love, you are on my mind
It is you, oh love, who is on my mind
It is your playfulness that I think of  

A song doesn't lift me, but I am heavy of heart
I will not make a song the way I used to
I was foolish when I made a promise
To the young girl from Canna  

I was stately before I left Allen
Building walls and fixing fences
I would prefer to be there than
Than to be here obliged to the Galls  

When we left Monday to go to the town
There were English old men there who made us promises
I didn't understand the English language
I am blind without my language  

Send my greetings over the sea to my sweetheart
And tell her that I'm healthy
And I am yet in Cader parish
And that Gaelic has gone from my view

And you Catriona, you are on my mind
It is your treasures which have enticed me
And you are beautiful, without boasting, without superiority
From the great line of the MacLeods of Harris

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