Capercaillie Am Buachaile Ban Lyrics

Am Buachaile Ban Lyrics

Och, ochan a Righ gura timn an galair an gradh!

 Chan eil neach air am bi nach saoil gura seach dainn gach la,

 Gunn bhrist e mo chridh 's gun sgaoil e cuislean mo shlaint

 Bhith 'g amharc ad dheidh, a gheng a' bhrollaich ghil bhdin - ghil bhdin. 

 

 A Bhuachaille Bhain, ma 's aill leat labhairt air thuis

 Gura loatsa gun dail, mo lamh, ma thig thu rimm dluth:

 Gur truagh mar ta nach d'tharlaidh mis' agus thu

 An eilein gum traigh, gun ramh, gun choite, gun stinir - gun stinir. 

 

 Na faiccadh sibh geng, 's i 'g eirigh maduinn chiuin cheo.

 Le pearsa dha reiri iu candan mhenlladh 'nan doigh:

 Gur binne do bhen, na reudan thidheall ri ceol,

 'Snach truagh leat mi 'd dheidh leam fhein air cnoam ri bron - ri bron. 

 

 The Fair Shepherd 

 

 Alas and alack, what a deadly sickness is love!

 There is none who suffers it but feels every day is a week.

 It has broken my heart and sapped the springs of my health

 To keep gazing after you, young of the fair white bosom. 

 

 Fair-haired lad, if you but care to speak first,

 My hand shall be yours without delay if you come for me:

 Play it is true, you and I did not find ourselves

 On an island with no ebb, with no oar, no boat, no rudder. 

 

 If you could see such a shoot springing up on a calm, misty morning,

 With looks to go with it fit to win the hearts of thousands:

 Sweeter is your voice than the strings of violins playing,

 Can you not take pity on me, ? alone without you, lamenting on a knoll?