Mo Nighean Donn
Gur e mise tha fo ghruaim
‘S mi ‘n taobh tuath dhan an Stòr.
Mo nighean donn hò gù
Hì rì rì hù lò
Mo nighean donn hò gù
‘N-dràst’ an loch fada choill
‘S nach tig Oighrig nam chòir.
Thog iad a’ mhailisi suas
‘S bheir siud bhuainn gillean òg.
Cha bhi iad a-muigh ach mìos
‘S cha bhi ‘n cianalas oirnn.
Mo nighean donn choisinn cliù
Ann an cùirt nam ban òg.
Mo nighean donn choisinn geall
Far do champaich na seòid.
Tha mi sgìth cur mo lìon
Ann an iochdar gach òb.
Thèid mi null air a’ bheinn
Far eil loinn nam ban òg.
My Brown-Haired Girl
Oh how my mind is heavy
As I’m northwest of the Storr.
My brown haired girl, hò gù
Hì rì rì hù lò
My brown haired girl, hò gù
Right now I’m in the loch by the forest
And Oighrig will not be joining me.
The militia has been risen
And that will take away the young lads from us.
They will be out for a month
This will not leave us homesick.
My brown-haired girl who gained recognition
At the fair of the young women.
My brown-haired girl of the little white foot
Where the warriors were encamped.
I’m tired of setting my nets
In the lower parts of each cove.
And I will go across the mountain
Where there is a choice of young women.
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