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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