Thug mi s¨il thar a' bhealach `~ I looked to the hill
Thug mi 'n sealladh ud bhuam ~ Looked yonder
Fheuch a faicinn mo leannan ~ For any sign of my lover
Tighinn dhan bhaile san uair ~ Coming to town
Fhir a dh'˛ladh an tocsaid ~ He who'd drink the hogshead
'Sa chostadh a luach ~ And earn its worth
'S math thig bonaid ghorm dhathte ~ A blue bonnet looked well
Air c¨l bachlach nan dual ~ On his curly hair




B'fheÓrr gu faicinn a nuas thu ~ Oh to see you coming
'S do ghruaidh mar an r˛s ~ With your rosy cheeks
Is d'anail mar ubhlan ~ Breath like apples
'S do ch¨l mar an t-˛r ~ And golden hair
Do bheul tha dearg tana ~ Your narrow red lips
'S blas na meal' air do ph˛ig ~ Kisses like honey
Gura gýomanach eal' thu ~ You the hunter of the swan
Agus lach air an l˛n ~ And the wild duck on the loch




Gura h-Ŕibhinn gach Óit' ~ Clan Neill brought pleasure
'Sam biodh pÓirt de Chlann NŔill ~ To any place
Gura h-uasal gach ˛igear ~ Every noble young man
Leis an ˛lte am fýon ~ Among them who'd drink wine
Air chairtean ag iomairt ~ Playing cards
Gun mhionnan gun strý ~ Without swearing or fighting
Gur ann lÓmh riutha shuidhinn ~ I'd gladly sit by them
Is gu leiginn mo sgýos ~ And take my rest




Gura b˛idheach, gura b˛idheach ~ How beautiful, how beautiful
Gura b˛idheach na l˛in ~ How beautiful is the sight of the lochs
Gura b˛idheach an t-aonach ~ How beautiful is
Air an sgaoileadh an ce˛ ~ The misty moorland
Gura b˛idheach an Losaid ~ How beautiful is the Lossit
'S Baile Ghrobain na c˛ir ~ And Ballygrogan before it
Gura b˛idheach Ceann Loch ~ How beautiful is Campbeltown
Far'm bith mo sheachd r¨n ag ˛l ~ Where my love is wont to drink




DŔ nam biodh tu mar shionnach ~ How would it be if you were like the fox
Air an tulaich ud thall ~On the hillock yonder
Agus mise mar eala ~ And I like the swan
Air bharraibh nan tonn ~ On the crest of the wave
Naile, rachainn nad' choinneamh ~ I would go to you
Is mheallainn thu leam ~ And entice you away
L¨b ¨r a' ch¨il chlannaich ~ Young man of the curly hair
Ort-s' tha m'anam an geall ~ My soul is promised to you




A Dh˛mhnaill nan D˛mhnall ~ Oh Donald of the Donalds
S¨il mh˛ghair ad' cheann ~ With your gentle eye
Rýgh, gur math thig dhuit triubhais ~ Lord, how well the trousers suit you
Dhol a shiubhal nam beann ~ Going to hunt in the hills
'S cha mhios' thig dhuit stocainn ~ No worse the hose
Br˛g shocair 'si teann ~ Or a well-fitting shoe
'S tric a laigh mi ri d' thaobh ~ Often have I lain by your side
'S ann leam a b'aobhach bhi ann ~ It is where I would be now