An Ribhinn Donn - Capercaillie

Ochoin a ri, 'si mo ribhinn donn

Dh 'fhag mi fo mhi-ghean 'us m’inntinn trom

Gur e a boichead a rinn mo leonadh

'S cha bhi mi beo gun mo ribhinn donn

Is truagh an drasda nach robh mi 'm bhard

A ghleusadh clarsach 's a sheinneadh dan

'S gu 'n innsinn buadhan na maighdinn uasail

Mu' bheil mo smuaintean gach oidhche 's la

Gur boidheach, dualach an cuailean min

A th’air a’ghruagaich a bhuair mo chridh'

Gur binne comhradh na guth na smeoraich

'S tha mise bronach o’n dh’thag i mi

Ged tha mo ghrian-sa a’triall fo sgleo

Is mise 'm bliadhna mar ian 'sa cheo

Togaidh 'n sgaile 's ni ise dearrsadh

'S gu 'm faigh mi slainte gach la ri 'm bheo

Ochoin to her, she's my brown ribbon

I was overwhelmed with anxiety and depression

It was her weakness that hurt me

And I will not live without my brown ribbon

It's a pity right now I wasn't the poet

To play the harp and sing the poem

And that I may tell of the virtues of the noble maiden

About my thoughts every night and day

The hair is beautiful, curly

The girl who won my heart '

That the conversation of the voice of the thrush was sweet

And I'm sad since she left me

Although my sun is shining

This year I am like a fox in the mist

The shadow will lift and she will shine

And may I find health every day of my life