Narada Collection - E Horo (Mary Jane Lamond) | Текст песни

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Nuair a sheasas mi 's an dorust
Chì mi 'choille bhos mo chinn
Sìnidh mo shùilean air sileadh
Tha mo mhisneachd air a claoidh

Sèist: Chorus (after each verse):
É ho rò 's 'na bheil air m'aire
'S mór an nochd a tha mi 'caoidh
Ill ù ill ò gur mór mo luaidh ort
Ged nach d'fhuair mi thu dhomh fhìn

'Sann agam fhìn a bha na bràithrean
Bi mi 'ga àireamh a chaoidh
'S truagh nach robh mi aig a' charraig
Nuair a dh'éibh iad soraidh leibh

Nuair a ràna' sinn 'n "Table"
Mo chuideachd gu léir ann cruinn
Mo phiuthar 's mo bhràthair-céile
'S gun stiall eudaich air an druim
Seiche na bà air a cairteadh
'S air a càradh air mo dhruim
Mi air stàbhradh leis an acaras
Col'as a' bhàis a' tighinn air m'aghaidh

Nam biodh agam cliabh 's corran
Feamain iseal 's m'eathar fhìn
Cha bhiodh mo chlann air a' bhrochan
'S an tìr mhosach 'gamo chlaoidh

When I stand in the doorway
I see the forest above my head
My eyes begin to weep
My courage is overwhelmed

É ho rò the subject of my thoughts
Great tonight is my mourning
Ill ù ill ò I love you deeply
Although I didn't win you for myself
I had three brothers
Who I will forever recount
It's a pity that I wasn't at the quay
When they bid us farewell
When we arrived at the Table
My entire family was there
My sister and brother-in-law
Without a strip of clothing on their backs
A scraped cow's hide
Fixed on my back
And I was starving with the hue
Of death coming over my face
If I had a creel and a sickle
The low seaweed and my own boat
My children wouldn't be eating gruel
And I wouldn't be oppressed by this miserable land