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lO.-GUN CHRODH GUN AIGHEAN-THE T0CHERLE8S LA88.
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Seisd. MGed 'tha mi gun Ichrodh gun aighean, |Gim chrodhlaoigligun [chaoraich agam;
Chob. Though I've neither sheep nor cattle, Gear nor grandeur, goods nor chattels;
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V I Ged 'tha mi gun | chrodh gun aighean,
Though I've neither sheep nor cattle,
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I Gheibh mi fhathast I òigear grinn.
Yet a gallant true I'll find.
Fhir a dh' imicheas thar chuantan,
Giùlain mile beannachd uamsa
Dh' ionnsaidh òigeir a' chuil dualaich,
Ged nach d'fhuair mi e dhomh fhèin.
Fhir a dh' imicheas am bealach,
Giùlain uamsa mUe beannachd;
'S fhaod 's tu innseadh do mo leannan,
Mi bhi 'm laidhe so leam fh^in.
Thleasgaich thkinig nail a Suaineart,
Bu tu fhèin an skr dhuin'-uasal;
Gheibhinn cadal leat gun chluasaig
Air cho fuar 's g'am biodh an oidhch'.
Ged tha mi gun chrodh gun chaoraich,
Cha 'n 'eil mi gun mhaise 'm aodann ;
Dh'fhithinn breacan a bhiodh caol dhuit,
'S dheanainn aodach a bhiodh grinn.
Nàile ! 's mise 'tha fo mhulad,
'Us mi tkmh 's an t-seòmar mhullaich ;
An leannan bh'agamsa an uiridh,
Sann tha 'n diugh riima cùl a chinn.
Nkile ! 's mis' tha dubhach, d^urach,
'N seòmar àrd a fuaghal lèine ;
Chaidh mo leannan do Jamaica.
'S ciod am fèum dhomh 'bhi 'g a chaoidh.
Thou that sail'st across the billow,
Tell my youth, with voice so mellow,
That I'd sleep without a pillow
Were he only by my side.
Tell him of my heart's devotion.
Which is not a brief emotion;
But a love as deep as ocean,
Which is whoUy fixed on him.
You may tell my Highland laddie,
Though I'm not a titled lady,
That I'll weave a tartan plaidie
For the lad whose bride I'll be.
When I hear the tempest blowing,
Then the bitter tear comes flowing ;
For my heart with love is glowing
For my own love on the sea.
Sleep and slumber I am scorning,
All in silence deeply mourning;
From the twilight tiU the morning
Is this bosom torn with pain.
Suaineart youth, thou wert the treasure
Which I loved beyond all measure:
0, return ! I'll find no pleasure
Wliile thou art so far from me.
Authoress unknown. English words by " FIONN."
To suit the accent, the notes marked * require to be lengthened token singing some o/ the verses.