Bothan Àirigh Am Bràigh Raithneach

Gur e m' anam is m' eudail

chaidh an-dè do Ghleann Garadh:

fear na gruaig' mar an t-òr

is na pòig air bhlas meala.

O hi ò o hu ò, o hi ò o hu ò,

Hi rì ri ò hu eile

O hì ri ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

Is tu as fheàrr don tig deise

de na sheasadh air thalamh;

is tu as fheàrr don tig culaidh

de na chunna mi dh' fhearaibh.

Is tu as fheàrr don tig osan

is bròg shocrach nam barrall:

còta Lunnainneach dubh-ghorm,

is bidh na crùintean ga cheannach.

An uair a ruigeadh tu 'n fhèill

is e mo ghèar-sa a thig dhachaigh;

mo chriosan is mo chìre

is mo stìomag chaol cheangail.

Thig mo chrios à Dùn Eideann

is mo bhrèid à Dùn Chailleann,

gheibh sinn crodh as a' Mhaorainn

agus caoraich à Gallaibh.

Is ann a bhios sinn 'gan àrach

air àirigh am Bràigh Raithneach.

ann am bòthan an t-sùgraidh

is gur e bu dùnadh dha barrach.

Bhiodh a' chuthag 's an smùdan

a' gabhail ciùil duinn air chrannaibh;

bhiodh an damh donn 's a bhùireadh

gar dùsgadh sa mhadainn.

It was my love and my treasure

who went yesterday to Glengarry,

the man with hair like gold

and kisses that taste of honey.

You suit your clothes

better than any man on earth;

you look better in your garments

than any man I've ever seen.

You look better in stockings

and comfortable laced shoes,

a dark blue London coat

that cost many crowns to buy.

When you arrive at the fair,

you'll bring home my gear,

my small belt and my comb

and my little narrow fastening

head-band.

My belt will come from Edinburgh

and my marriage head-dress from

Dunkeld,

we'll get cattle from the Mearns

and sheep from Caithness.

And we'll rear them in a sheiling

in Bràigh Raithneach,

in the brush-wood enclosed hut of

dalliance.

The cuckoo will sing

its song to us from the trees,

the brown stag and its roaring

will wake us in the morning.