BHA MISE RAOIR AIR AN ÀIRIGH (Scottish Gaelic)
Bha mise raoir air an àirigh
Hù oireann o hù oireann o
Cha b' ann ri aighear a bha mi
Hi o èileadh ho hoireann o
Cha b' ann ri aighear a bha mi
Ach a' smaointinn ortsa, ghràidhein
'N dùil nach cumadh am muir-làn thu
Nach cumadh lìonadh no tràghadh
Nach mò chumadh an tè bhàn thu
Dh'aindeoin a cuid chruidh na phràisichbh
Dh'fhairich mi crith, cha bu chrith fhuachd i
Dh'fhairich mi fear, làimh a b' fhuaire
Càradh a chuid airm 'n taobh shuas dhìom
Sgaoileadh a bhreacain mum uachdar
Dh'aithnich mi nach b' e mo luaidh e
Bhuail mi sad air, shrad mi bhuam e
Bhuail mi sad air, shrad mi bhuam e
'S thug cùl a chinn lag san luachair | LAST NIGHT I WAS UP AT THE SHIELING
Last night I was up at the shieling
hù oireann o hù oireann o
My time was not spent in jollity
hù oireann o hù oireann o
My time was not spent in jollity
But thinking of you, my darling
Sure that high tide would not keep you
Neither flowing or ebbing
Nor that fair woman would delay you
Despite her cattle and wealth
Last night I was at the rushy shieling
I shivered, and it wasn't the cold
I sensed a man with cold hands
Placing his armor a little up from me
Spreading his plaid over me
I knew he wasn't my love
My hard blow sent him flying
His head lay flopped in the rushes |