Текст и перевод песни Julie Fowlis - Bothan Airigh am Braigh Raithneach (A Sheiling On The Braes Of Rannoch)

Bothan Airigh am Braigh Raithneach (A Sheiling On The Braes Of Rannoch)

Gur e m′ anam is m' eudail
Chaidh an-dè do Gleann Garadh:
Fear na gruaig′ mar an t-ór
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 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

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

Is tu as fheàrr don tig osan
Is bròg shocrach nam barrall
Còta Lunnainneach dubh-ghorm
Is bidh na crùintean ga cheannach

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

An uair a ruigeadh tu 'n fhèill
Is e mo ghèar-sa a thig dhachaigh
Mo chriosan is mo chire
Is mo stiomag chaol cheangail

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

– Oboe solo

Thig mo chrios à Dùn Eideann
Is mo bhrèid à Dùn Chailleann
Gheibh sinn crodh as a′ Mhaorainn
Agus caoraich à Gallaibh

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

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

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

Bhiodh a′ chuthag 's an smùdan
A′ gabhail ciùll duinn air chrannaibh
Bhiodh an damh donn 's a bhùireadh
Gar dùsgadh sa mhadainn

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

Bothan Airigh am Braigh Raithneach (A Sheiling On The Braes Of Rannoch)

My heart and my joy
Were yesterday in Glen Garadh:
A man with hair like gold
And the kiss on his lips like honey

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

You are the best of the right-handed house
Of those who tread the earth
You are the best of the left-handed house
Of all the men I've ever seen

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

You are the best of the house on the River
The stout brogues of the townships
A black and blue coat from London
And the cattle will buy it

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

When you come to the fair
My own darling, you will come home
My ribbons and my comb
And to bind my narrow waist

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

– Oboe solo

My garter is from Edinburgh
And my plaid from Dunvegan
We'll get cattle from the Mearns
And sheep from Gailleach

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

There we'll be with no rent to pay
On the shieling on the Braes of Rannoch
In the hut that is made of heather
And the thatch that is made of rushes

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

The cuckoo and the blackbird
Will make music for us on the branches
The brown stag and the doe
Will wake us in the morning

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

O hi ò o hu ò
O hi ò o hu ò
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ò gheallaibh ò