Cronan Bleoghainn - Karen Matheson

Il a bho lagain il bho m’aghan

Il a bho lagain il bho m’aghan

Il a bho lagain il bho m’aghan

Mo chrodh-laoigh air gach taobh na h-aibhne

Buarach sioman do chrodh na t’eile

Buarach sioda do m’aghan fhein o

Buarach sugain air crodh na duthcha

Buarach ur air mo bhuaileig ghaolsa

Bo lurach, bo-na h-airigh

Bo a' bhathaich mathair laogh o

Buachaille Padruig is banchaig Brighde

D' ar sion, d' ar dion ‘s d’ar comhnadh

'S moch an diugh gun d’rinn mi eirigh

Hoireann och ù o ho éileadh

Ho i iù a ho aodh éileadh

Hoireann och ù o ho éileadh

‘S moch an diu gun d’rinn me éirigh

Mas moch an diu ‘s moch an dé e

Dhìrich mi suas gual an t-sléibhe

Fhuair mi gruagach dhonn gun éirigh

Chuir mi ‘n lùib mo bhreacain fhéin I;

Thug mi bòid nach éireadh beud dhith

Nach biodh fios aig neach fo’n ghréin air

Cha robh fios aig a màthair fhéin air

Shiubhlainn leat fo choill nan geugan

Shiubhlainn, Shiubhlainn, dh’fhalbhainn fhéin leat

I love my soul

I love my soul

I love my soul

My calves on either side of the river

A rope fetter for the other cattle

Silk shackle for my own heifer o

A suckling fetter on the cattle of the country

A new fetter on my beloved bosom

Lovely cow, sheiling cow

The byre mother calf o

Padruig's boy and Brighde's milkmaid

For our sake, for our protection and for our help

It was early today that I got up

Hoireann och ù o ho claim

Ho i iù a ho aodh éileadh

Hoireann och ù o ho claim

It was early yesterday that I got up

It's early yesterday and it's early yesterday

I climbed up the mountain coal

I found a brown hair that had not risen

I put on my own tartan I;

I swore she would not be harmed

That no one under the sun would have known

Her own mother did not know him

I would walk with you under the branches

I would travel, I would travel, I would go with you