Chan eil san Eilean Ìleach
Aon ribhinn as maisiche,
Do ghaol cho buan 's am fìor-uisg',
'S nam faighinn fhìn bhith cadal leat
Ged b'ann am bothan àirigh
'S nàdar a bhith maille rium,
Fo dhìon 's fo sgath nan àrd-bheann,
Ged thigeadh àrd nan gailleannan,
Ged shéideadh oirnn na gaothan
Agus smùid nan gailleannan,
Bhithinn sona leatsa, ghràidh,
Is mo làmh bhith thairis ort
Ged b'e torn luachair, seadh, ar cluasag
An gleann uaine glacagach
'S mi tarraing, ghràidh, ri m' thaobh thu -
'S a ghaoil, cha bhiodh ort aithreachas.
Tearlach MacNimhein
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In the whole Isle of Islay
There's no girl that is prettier,
Your love eternal as spring water,
And if I could sleep with you
Even in a shieling-hut
Surrounded by nature,
Protected and sheltered by the mountains,
Though the worst of storms arose,
Though the winds might blow on us
And the spindrift of gales,
I'd be content with you, love,
To have my arm around you
Though rushes, yes, were our pillow
In a green glen of hollows
As I drew you, love, to my side -
And darling, you would not regret it.
Charles MacNiven |