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Tour Scotland Travel Video Am Buachaille Ban Gaelic Song
Tour Scotland travel video Blog of the Am Buachaille Ban, Gaelic song by a solo female singer from the Gaelic Choir on ancestry visit to Dundee, Tayside, Scotland. A love song, with strong links to Ireland.
Och, ochan a righ
Gura tinn an galair an gradh
Chan eil neach air am bi
Nach saoil gura seach dainn gach la
Gunn bhrist e mo chridh
'S gun sgaoil e cuislean mo shlaint
Bhith 'g amharc ad dheidh
A gheug a'bhrollaich ghil bhain
Ghil bhain
A bhuachaille bhain
Ma 's aill leat labhairt air thuis
Gura leatsa gun dail mo lamh
Ma thig thu rim dluth
Gur truagh mar ta
Nach d'tharlaidh mis'agus thu
An eilein gun truagh
Gun ramh, gun choite, gun stiuir
Gun stiuir
Na faiceadh sibh geug
'S i 'g eirigh maduinn chiuin cheo
Le pearsa dha reiri iu
Ceudan mhealladh 'nan doigh
Gur binne do bheul
Na teudan thidheall ri ceol
Nach truagh leat mi 'd dheidh
Leam fhein air cnoc ri bron
Ri bron
Och, ochan a righ
Gura tinn an galair an gradh
Chan eil neach air am bi
Nach saoil gura seach dainn gach la
Gunn bhrist e mo chridh
'S gun sgaoil e cuislean mo shlaint
Bhith 'g amharc ad dheidh
A gheug a'bhrollaich ghil bhain
Ghil bhain
Ghil bhain
English Translation:
Alas and alack
What a deadly sickness is love
There is none who suffers it
But feels every day is a week
It has broken my heart
And sapped the springs of my health
To keep gazing after you
Young of the fair white bosom
White bosom
Fair-haired lad
If you but care to speak first
My hand shall be yours without delay
If you come for me
Play it is true
You and I did not find ourselves
On an island with no ebb
With no oar, no boat, no rudder
No rudder
If you could see such a shoot
Springing up on a calm misty morning
With looks to go with it
To win the hearts of thousands
Sweeter is your voice
Than the strings of violins playing
Can you not take pity on me
Alone without you, lamenting on a knoll?
Lamenting
Alas and alack
What a deadly sickness is love
There is none who suffers it
But feels every day is a week
It has broken my heart
And sapped the springs of my health
To keep gazing after you
Young of the fair white bosom
White bosom
White bosom
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