We are now in America
in the shade of the never-ending forest
When winter departs and warmth returns
nut, apples and sugar will grow.
Bear my farewell and greeting the Kintail and its cattle,
where I spent my time of upbringing when I was a young child
There dark haired lads would dance heel and toe to the music
and lassies with flowing tresses and cheeks like the rose
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