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 |