Julie Fowlis - Mo Bhean Chomain (Mar a tha mo chridhe 2005) | Текст песни

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Gur tu mo bhean chomain
A chagair 's a ghaoil
Bha dualchas ud againn
Bhith gu h-amaideach faoin
Cha b' fhada leam seachdain
A bhith 'n taice ri m' ghaol
'S mi nach iarradh do leaba
A bhith againn ach fraoch

Fìor thoiseach an t-samhraidh
Ghabh mi geall ort is miagh
B' fheàrr dhòmh-sa san àm sin
Nach do theann mi ris riamh
Aig a' mheud 's thug mi ghaol dhut
Gun do chaochail mo neul
'S b' fheàrr a-nochd bhith riut sìnte
Na mìle bò chiar

'S ann am Bràigh Innis Ruairidh
Tha mo luaidh de na mnàth
Te na gorm shùilean meallach
'S a' bhroillich ghil bhàin
Cheart cho cìnnteach 's tha 'm bradan
Air an aigeal a' tàmh
Thug mi 'n gaol cha ghaol brèige
Dhan euchdaig ghil bhàin

Cha tug thu dhomh reusan
Air cuir sìos air do chliù
Ged a bhithinn ga iarraidh
'O do bhialamh gu d' chùl
Bha thu sìobhalta riamh rium
'S bha do bhriathran rium ciùin
'S bidh mo chridh' ann an tòir ort
Ged bhiodh tu pòsda ri triùir

Tha mi nisd a' dol dhachaigh
'S tha mo leannan nam dhèidh
'S mi gun aithnicheadh mo chruinneag
Ann an cruinneachadh ceud
Beul meachair ni mànran
Cùl fàinneach donn rèidh
Mala chaol mar an ite
Thig o sgiath an eòin lèith

I am under no obligation to the woman
Who is my darling and my love
It is natural for us
To be foolish
A week would be too short
To be near my love
A bed in the heather
Would suffice

At the very beginning of summer
I desired and loved you
It would have been better
Had this never happened
So great was my love for you
That my complexion became pallid
I would rather be lying with you tonight
Than have a thousand black cattle

My beloved of women is
In Braigh Innis Ruairidh
Her with the beguiling blue eyes
And the white breasts
Just as sure as the salmon
Lives on the bottom of the river
I gave my steadfast love
To my fair charming one

You gave me no reason
To decry your reputation
Even if I wanted to
Criticize your whole being
You were always charming to me
Your words to me were always gentle
My heart will always want you
Even if you were married to three men

Now I have to go home
My sweetheart I have to leave behind
I would recognize my girl
Among a hundred people
Tender mouth of the sweet talk
Brown hair hanging in ringlets
With fine forehead like the feather
From the wing of the blue-tit

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