Julie Fowlis feat. Mary Chapin Carpenter - A Phiuthrag 's a Phiuthar - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Julie Fowlis feat. Mary Chapin Carpenter - A Phiuthrag 's a Phiuthar




A Phiuthrag 's a Phiuthar
Brother and Sister
A' phiuthrag sa phiuthar,
My sister, my sister, Heigh-ho
Ghaoil a phiuthar,
Dear is my sister, Heigh-ho
Nach truagh leat fhèin, hol ill leò
Are you not sorry, Hey, ho the laddie
Nochd mo chumha,
For my sorrow now, Heigh-ho
Nach truagh leat fhèin,
Are you not sorry, Hey, ho the laddie
Nochd mo chumha,
For my sorrow now, Heigh-ho
'S mi 'm bothan beag, hol ill leò
I'm in a wee bothy, Hey, ho the laddie
Ìseal, cumhag,
Low and sorrowfu', Heigh-ho
'S mi 'm bothan beag,
I'm in a wee bothy, Heigh-ho
Ìseal, cumhag,
Low and sorrowfu', Heigh-ho
Gun lùb sìomain, hol ill leò
Without a bit o' meal, Hey, ho the laddie
Gun ghad tughaidh,
Without a bit o' drink, Heigh-ho
Gun lùb sìomain,
Without a bit o' meal, Heigh-ho
Gun ghad tughaidh,
Without a bit o' drink, Heigh-ho
'S uisge nam beann, hol ill leò
It's the water from the mountains, Hey, ho the laddie
Sìos na shruth leis,
Coming down in the stream, Heigh-ho
'S uisge nam beann,
It's the water from the mountains, Heigh-ho
Sìos na shruth leis,
Coming down in the stream, Heigh-ho
'S mise bhean bhochd, hol ill leò
And I'm a poor woman, Hey, ho the laddie
Chianail, dhuilich, ùhù
Distressed and sorrowful, Hey-ho, my love
'S mise bhean bhochd,
And I'm a poor woman, Heigh-ho
Chianail, dhuilich,
Distressed and sorrowful, Hey-ho, my love
Dhìrich mi suas, hol ill leò
I went up, Hey, ho the laddie
Beinn an Sgrìobain,
To the Hill of Scriban, Heigh-ho
Dhìrich mi suas,
I went up, Heigh-ho
Beinn an Sgrìobain,
To the Hill of Scriban, Heigh-ho
'S Laigheabhal Mhòr, hol ill leò
And Lagavulin, Hey, ho the laddie
Nan each grìs-fhionn,
Of the grey horses, Heigh-ho
'S Laigheabhal Mhòr,
And Lagavulin, Heigh-ho
Nan each grìs-fhionn,
Of the grey horses, Heigh-ho
Cha d' fhuair mi ann, hol ill leò
I did not find there, Hey, ho the laddie
Na bha dhìth orm,
What I was wanting, Heigh-ho
Cha d' fhuair mi ann,
I did not find there, Heigh-ho
Na bha dhìth orm,
What I was wanting, Heigh-ho
bhuidhe, 's a, hol ill leò
A golden-haired one, and, Hey, ho the laddie
Falt mar dhìthein, ùhù
With hair like a raven, Hey-ho, my love
A' phiuthrag sa phiuthar,
My sister, my sister, Heigh-ho
Ghaoil a phiuthar,
Dear is my sister, Heigh-ho
Phiuthrag sa phiuthar,
Sister and brother, Heigh-ho





Writer(s): Julie Fowlis


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