Criogal Cridhe - Runrig

'S iomadh oihche fhliuch is thioram

Side nan seachd sian

Gheibheadh Criogal dhomh-sa creagan

Ris an gabhainn dion

Eudail mhoir a shluaigh an Domhain

Dhoirt iad d’fhuil an de,

'S chuir iad do cheann air stob daraich,

Tacan beag bho d’chre

Obhan obhan obhan iri

Obhan iri o Obhan obhan obhan iri

'S mor mo mhulad 's mor

B' annsa bhi le Criogal cridhe,

Tearnadh chruidh le gleann,

Na le Baran Mor na Dalach,

Sioda geal mu m' cheann.

Obhan obhan obhan iri

Obhan iri o Obhan obhan obhan iri

'S mor mo mhulad 's mor

Nuair bhios mnathan og a' bhaile

Nochd 'nan cadal seimh,

'S ann bhios mise air bruaich do lice,

Bualadh mo dha laimh.

Obhan obhan obhan iri

Obhan iri o Obhan obhan obhan iri

'S mor mo mhulad 's mor

Many a wet and dry night

Side of the seven elements

Criogal would get me rocks

To whom we accept protection

The great treasure of the people of the Earth

They shed your blood yesterday,

And they put your head on an oak post,

A little while later

Obhan obhan obhan iri

Obhan iri o Obhan obhan obhan iri

My sorrow is great and great

It would be better to have a heart Cricket,

Cattle rescued by a valley,

Na le Baron Mor na Dalach,

White silk around my head.

Obhan obhan obhan iri

Obhan iri o Obhan obhan obhan iri

My sorrow is great and great

When the young women of the city

Tonight in their peaceful sleep,

I will be on the brink of your stone,

Clap my hands.

Obhan obhan obhan iri

Obhan iri o Obhan obhan obhan iri

My sorrow is great and great