Capercaillie - Mo Chailin Dileas Donn | Текст песни и Аккорды

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Gu ma slàn a chì mi mo chailin dìleas donn;
Bean a chuailein réidh air an deas a dh'éireadh fonn,
'Si cainnt do bheòil bu bhinne leam,
An uair bhiodh m'inntinn trom,
'S tu thogadh suas mo chridh'-sa
'Nuair bhiodh tu bruidheann riùm.

Gur muladach a tà mi,
'S mi nochd air aird a' chuain,
'S neo-shunndach mo chadal dhomh,
'S do chaidreamh fada bhuam;
Gur tric mi ort a smaointeach',
As t'aogais tha mi truagh,
'Is mar a dean mi d' fhaotainn
Cha bhi mo shaoghal buan.
Sùil chorrach mar an dearcag
Fo 'n rosg a dh'iathas dlùth
Is gruaidhean mar an caorann
Fo 'n aodann tha leam ciùin -
Mur dh'aithris iad na breugan
Gu'n tug mi fheinn dhut rùn
'S gur bliadhna leam gach latha
Bho'n uair a dh'fhàg mi thu.

Tacan mu'n do sheòl sinn,
Is ann a thòisich càch,
Ri innse do mo chruinneag-sa
Nach tillin-sa gu brath;
Na cuireadh sud ort gruaimean,
A luaidh, ma bhios mi slàn,
Cha chùm dad idir 'uat mi
Ach saighead chruaidh a'bhàis.

Tha'n t-snaim a nise ceangailte,
Gu daingeann is gu teann,
'Se their luchd na fanoid rium
Nach eil mo phrothaid ann -
Am fear aig am bheil fortan,
Tha crois aige 'na cheann,
'S tha mise taingeil, toilichte,
Ged tha mo sporan gann.

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Healthy do I see you, my faithful brown-haired lass;
Damsel of the well-groomed tresses, singer of the songs;
The words from your mouth so sweet for me
When my mind was melancholy,
And you uplifted my heart
Whenever you spoke to me.

Despondent I am,
Tonight on the high seas,
And uneasy my sleep
Your companionship far from me:
Oft-times do I think of you
As your image leaves me sad,
And if I can not have you
My world will not last.

Passionate eye like the berry
Beneath lashes that hover close
And cheeks like the rowan
In a countenance calming to me.
There were those who spoke falsehoods
About my intentions towards you,
But to me each day seems like a year
From the time that I left you.

A short time before we sailed,
That's when others began
To tell you my own darling
That I would not return;
Do not let that disturb you,
My dear if I am well
Nothing will ever keep me from you
But the cold arrow of death.

The knot is now tied
Firm and secure;
The scornful ones say to me
That I am at a disadvantage,
Like the man of great riches
Whose wealth is the cross he bears,
But I am happily thankful
Though my purse be spare.

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