I was born in the winter

Among the lowing mountains,

And my first sight of the world

Snow and wind about my ears.

Rugadh mis' anns a' gheamhradh

Measg nam beanntaidhnean gruamach,

'S mo chiad sealladh den t-saoghal

Sneachd is gaoth mu mo chluasaibh

Country rich in deer and cattle

and in sprouting corn,

Land protected from the tempest,

Sheltered from the storm.

Fonn diasach, 's mòr ab'fhiach e

Gu fiadhach 's gu ni,

Aite sìobhalt' ri doineann,

Is nach criothnaich a' ghaoth.

May god help us, O people;

why this change to your fashion?

You have lost all your freedom,

ev'n the clothes you were wearing.

I think this proclamation

against the kilt and the short hose

shows that Charles has an ally

in the Parliament of England.

Fie, fie now, King George,

are you mocking the faithfully,

making all these new laws

to redouble their bondage?

Since these fellows are low-born

striking's better that sparing,

and you'll have fewer opponents

next time there's a Rising.

I am saddened by Scotland!

You've shown clearly your motives:

the way your mind was divided

has destroyed all your ventures.

The Government read

your greed though you turned to it

and gave your avarice bait

till you tore at each other.

Làmh Dhè leinne, dhaoin;

Cuime chaochail sibh fasan,

'S nach eil agaibh de shaorsa

Fiù an aodaich a chleachd sibh.

'S i mo bharail mun èighe

Tha 'n aghaidh fhèileadh is osan

Gum bheil caraid aig Teàriach

Ann am Pàrlamaid Shasainn.

Faire, faire Righ Deorsa,

'N ann a' spors air do dhiilsean,

Deanamh achdachadh ura

Gu bhith dublachadh 'n daorsa?

Ach oir 's balaich gun uails' iad

'S fearr am bualadh no 'n caomhnadh,

'S bidh nas lugha gad fheitheamh

Nuair thig a leithid a-ris oirnn.

Och, mo thruaighe sin Albainn,

'S tur a dhearbh sibh bhur reusan,

Gur i 'n roinn bh' ann bhur n-inntinn

An rud a mhillair gach gleus sibh.

Leugh an Gobharmad sannt

Anns gach neach a thionndaidh ris fein dhibh

'S thug iad baoit do bhur gionaich

Gu 'r cur fo mhionach a cheile.

John, Hector's son, since your dying,

where can we discover

one who'll stand in your place

as to gathering and spending?

One thing's sure ,there's no prospect

of an old man who'll do it,

and if the young can produce one

few alive will be witness.

Your life, indeed, was not like those

of men still surviving

who gather acres and silver

that others will scatter,

and who, when they're cut off,

will have no friend to mourn them,

whose praise won't exceed

"Look at that land they cornered!"

Observing law to the letter

and sharp in dealing with debtors.

making praiseworthy payment

of what they owe to each other.

The rest goes into savings

kept well clear of disbursal.

both theirs eyes and their purses

are kept closed to the needy.

Ian Mhic Eachainn, o dh' eug thu,

Càit' an tèid sinn do gh' fhaotainn

Duine sheasas nad fhine

An rathad tionail no sgaoilidh?

'S ni tha cinnt' gur beart chunnairt

Nach dèan duine tha aosd' e

'S ged a bheirt' den ài òg e

'Stearc tha beò duine chi e.

Dearbh cha b' ionann do bheatha

'S do fir tha fathast an caombnadh

Thionail airgead is fearann

'S bidh buidheann eile gan sgaoleadh,

Bhitheas fèin air an gearradh

Gun ghuth an caraid gan caoineadh,

Air nach ruig dad de mholadh

Ach "Seall sibh fearann a shaor iad!"

Tha iad laghail gu litereil

Is tha iad 'nan delbhtearan geura,

Is iad a' pàigheadh gu moltach

Na bhios aca air a chèile.

Ach an còrr thèid a thasgaidh,

Gur cruaidh a cheillinn on fhèile,

Is tha an sporan 's an sùilean

cheart cho dùint' air an fheumnach.

Chorus:

Glen Gallaidh, Glen Gallaidh,

Glen Gallaidh of trees.

Who can see and not praise it,

Glen Gallaidh of trees.

Seeing regions of hauteur

enticing me away

I considered I'd stay there

in Glen Gallaidh of trees.

I don't care for your silver,

and your army's not for me,

I'll take your dram when you give it

but that's as far as I'll go.

Though I got all I wanted

of Mackay's Kintail land

I would much rather wait here

in Glen Gallaidh of trees.

Land of worth and seed-corn,

fit for hunting and stock,

a place sheltered when storms come,

not shaked up by wind.

Luinneag:

Gleann-a-Gallaidh, Gleann-a-Gallaidh,

Gleann-a-Gallaidh nan craobh,

Co a chi e nach mol e,

Gleann-a-Gallaidh nan craobh.

Ri faicinn crioch àrdain

Ga mo bhreugadh gu taobh,

'S ann a smuainich mi fanadh

An Gleann-a-Gallaidh nan craobh.

Chan àill learn bhur n-airgead

'S ri bhur n-arm cha bhi mi,

Cha diùlt mi bhur drama

Ach ri tuilleadh cha bhi.

Gad a gheibhinn gu m' àilgheas

Ceann-t-sàile mhicAoidh.

'S mòr a b' annsa learn fanadh

An Gleann-a-Gallaidh nan craobh.

Fonn diasach, 's mòr a b' fhiach e

Gu fiadhach 's gu ni,

aite sìobhalt ri doineann

Is nach criothnaich a' ghaoth

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