Julie Fowlis - Bothan irigh Am Br igh Raithneach (A Sheiling on the Braes of Rannoch) текст песни

Gur em' anam is m' eudail
chaidh an-d? do Ghleann Garadh:
fear na gruaig' mar an t-?r
is na p?ig air bhlas meala.

O hi ? o hu ?, o hi ? o hu ?,
Hi r? ri ? hu eile
O h? ri ri ri ? gheallaibh ?

Is tu as fhe?rr don tig deise
de na sheasadh air thalamh;
is tu as fhe?rr don tig culaidh
de na chunna mi dh' fhearaibh.

Is tu as fhe?rr don tig osan
is br?g shocrach nam barrall:
c?ta Lunnainneach dubh-ghorm,
is bidh na cr?intean ga cheannach.

An uair a ruigeadh tu 'n fh?ill
is e mo gh?ar-sa a thig dhachaigh;
mo chriosan is mo ch?re
is mo st?omag chaol cheangail.

Thig mo chrios ? D?n Eideann
is mo bhr?id ? D?n Chailleann,
gheibh sinn crodh as a' Mhaorainn
agus caoraich ? Gallaibh.

Is ann a bhios sinn 'gan ?rach
air ?irigh am Br?igh Raithneach.
ann am b?than an ts?graidh
is gur e bu d?nadh dha barrach.

Bhiodh a' chuthag 's an sm?dan
a' gabhail ci?il duinn air chrannaibh;
bhiodh an damh donn 'sa bh?ireadh
gar d?sgadh sa mhadainn.
----------------------------------------------------
It was my love and my treasure
who went yesterday to Glengarry,
the man with hair like gold
and kisses that taste of honey.

You suit your clothes
better than any man on earth;
you look better in your garments
than any man I've ever seen.

You look better in stockings
and comfortable laced shoes,
a dark blue London coat
that cost many crowns to buy.

When you arrive at the fair,
you'll bring home my gear,
my small belt and my comb
and my little narrow fastening
head-band.

My belt will come from Edinburgh
and my marriage head-dress from
Dunkeld,
we'll get cattle from the Mearns
and sheep from Caithness.

And we'll rear them in a sheiling
in Br?igh Raithneach,
in the brush-wood enclosed hut of
dalliance.

The cuckoo will sing
its song to us from the trees,
the brown stag and its roaring
will wake us in the morning.