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06 Oct 11 - 08:57 PM (#3235105) Subject: Lyr Add: Chunna Mise Mo Leann From: RunrigFan Gura mise tha fo mhulad air an tulaich, 's mòr m'eislean Ho ro ho hi hoireannan, horo chall eile, ho ro ho hi hoireannan Chunna mise mo leannan 's cha do dh'aithnich e fhèin mi. Cha d'fhidir, 's cha d'fharraid, cha do ghabh e bhuam sgeula Ach cha ruigeadh e leas e, cha robh mis' an trom dèidh air Dol timchioll a' rubha, bha mi dubhach, trom-dheurach 'S iad mo rùn-sa Clann Dòmhnaill, sin an còmhlan nach treig mi Sian Mhuire 's e'n Dòmhnaich, le Clann Dòmhnaill nan geur-lann Luchd nan calpannan troma, cuil dona, ceum eutrom Luchd tharraing nam biodag fo chriosan nan fhèilidh Luchd nan claidheamhnan caol geala, chithte faileas dhiubh làth' grèine Luchd nam boghannan iubhair, dh'fhuilingeadh lùbadh 's nach leumadh 'S nan gunnaichean dubha, chuireadh smùid air a' slèibhte I am sad on the hillock, great is my sorrow I saw my love but he did not even recognise me He took no notice, did not ask, did not listen to my news He need not have, I was not so fond of him Going round the headland, I was depressed and weeping constantly My beloved Clan Donald, they are the band I will not betray **************** with Clan Donald of the sharpest blades The men of the stout calves, brown-haired and light of step The men who would draw their daggers from beneath the belts of their plaids The men of the slender white swords, glinting in the summer's sunlight The men of the yew longbows, that would bend without slipping its bowstring And the black guns that would send smoke rising from the slopes Any idea what ***** means? |