Capercaillie - Seinneam Cliù Nam Fear Ùr | Текст песни

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Seinneam cliù nam fear ùr,
Gillean glun-gheal nam breacan,
Feileadh beag os cionn nan glun,
Eideadh sunndach nan gaisgeach.

Seinneam cliù na dh’fhag Port-righ
Fo’n cuid pìoban is bhreacan
Leam bu mhiann a bhi nan cul,
Miann mo shuil bhi gam faicinn.

Seinneam cliù na dh’ fhalbh a Sleibht’,
Gillean treun nach robh meata
Chaidh a dhion an crun ’s an tìr
Bho’n a mhìltear gun cheartas.

’S bi an cliù ’ga sheinn gu bràth.
Fhad’s bhios tonn air tràigh no cladach,
Fhad’s bhios grian an aird na speur
Mairidh spèis do na gaisgich.

I sing the praises of the new men,
White-kneed lads of the tartan,
Their kilts above the knee,
Hearty uniform of the heroes.

I sing the praises of those that left Portree
With their bagpipes and tartan,
I would like to be behind them,
Joy of my eyes to see them.

I sing the praises of those that left Sleat,
Brave lads who were not timid
Who went to defend crown and country
From the destructor without justice.

Their fame will be sung forever.
As long as the waves strike a beach or shore,
As long as the sun is high in the heavens
There will be respect for the heroes.

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