Mo Chailin Dileas Donn - Capercaillie

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'

'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

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 l

Cha chùm dad idir 'uat mi

Ach saighead chruaidh a’bhàis

Goodbye

My faithful brown haired girl

A woman whose hair was ready

Nice to get excited

The language of your mouth is sweetest to me

When my mind was heavy

And you lifted up my heart

‘When you would talk to me

How sad I am

And I appeared on the high seas

My sleep is restless

Your relationship is far from me

I often think of you '

I teach you a pity

'And how do I get you

My world will not last

Just before we set sail

The others started

To tell my girlfriend

I will never return

Don't let that make you gloomy

My love, if I am well l

Nothing will keep me from you

But the sharp arrow of death