O Mhairi's Tu Mo Mhairi - Karen Matheson

Riobainean riomhach, Nighean an Fhidleir

Còta dimitidh, beatagan caileago

Riobainean riomhach, Nighean an Fhidhleir

Còta siod air Mairi.

Brògan àrda, Cleòca, sgàrlaid

Còta dimitidh, beatagan caileago

Brogan àrda, Cleòca sgàrlaid

Riobainean riomhach Mairi.

I oireann ó ra u

I oireann ó dhiù a

Hi òireann ó ra u

O Mhàiri ‘s tu mo Mhàiri

‘S truagh nach robh sinn air an àirigh

Le spréidh de chrodh bainne

Togail àl de laoigh ghasda

Togail àl de laoigh bhoireann

Deanamh ime agus chàis ann

Chunna mi tighinn na féidh

‘S iad a' tighinn as am bùirean

'S truagh nach robh mi air an cùlaibh

Le m' ghunna ‘s le m' adhairc fhùdair

O Mary, you are my Mary

Would that we were in the shieling

With a herd of milk cows

Raising a herd of fine calves

A herd of female calves

Making butter and cheese there

I saw the deer coming

Bellowing as they came

I wish I was behind them

With my gun and my powder horn

Fine ribbons, Fiddler's Daughter

Dimitie coat, calico boots

Fine ribbons, Fiddler's Daughter

Mary's that coat.

High boots, cloak, scarlet

Dimitie coat, calico boots

High boots, Scarlet cloak

Mairi's fine ribbons.

I suit from ra u

I suit from at least a

Hi gold from ra u

O Mary you are my Mary

It's a pity we weren't at the sheiling

With a herd of dairy cows

Raising a calf of fine calves

Breeding calves of females

Making butter and cheese there

I saw the deer coming

They come from their senses

Too bad I wasn't behind them

With my gun and my powder horn

O Mary, you are my Mary

Would that we were in the shieling

With a herd of milk cows

Raising a herd of fine calves

A herd of female calves

Making butter and cheese there

I saw the deer coming

Bellowing as they came

I wish I was behind them

With my gun and my powder horn