Oran - Capercaillie

A ghruagach mhin bhoidheach gun d’fhuair thu mi lapach

Mo mhiann air dhol seachran is m’inntinn gun ghleus

Bha duil a’m bhith reidht' ann an curs mo mhac-meanmhainn

Ach thainig do mhais' orm gun fhiosta mar bheum

Tha mo run ort mar shlabhraidh an aghaidh a' ghaillinn 's

Ri pianadh no aoibhneas 's tu acair mo chiall

'S e do ghne a bhith mald' mo chlach-iuil on a' chiad uair

A loisg air mo shuilean do chumadh san ial

Bidh mo chairdean a' magadh gur e th’ann ach saobhadh

Iad nach d’fhairich do ghathan am buillsgean an deo

Ach 's mise tha cinnteach, air gealladh mo chraidhteachd

Gum bi thu 'nad leannan dhomh dhad 's bhios mi beo

A ghruagach mhin ghoidheach gun d’fhag thu mi lapach

Tha m’anam 'na fhasach on dh’fhag thu mo thaobh

Aon toinntean 'na thaic dhomh, gun till thu gam ionnsaigh

'S gu siubhail sinn comhla an cuibhreach a' ghaoil

Pretty sweet girl you found me lame

My desire is to wander and my mind is unsettled

I wanted to be ready for the course of my imagination

But your mass came upon me unawares as a blow

My love for you is like a chain against the storm

To pain or joy you are the anchor of my senses

It's your kind to be my guide from the first time

Burning my eyes shaped in the shawl

My friends joke that it is just a distortion

Those who have not felt your rays in the bubble forever

But I'm sure, promised my cruelty

May you be my sweetheart and I will live

Pretty girl, you laughed at me

My soul is weary of my life;

One twist in support of me, that you return to me

And may we travel together in the bond of love