'S iomadh oidhche fhliuch is thioram, Sìde nan seachd sian, Gheibheadh Griogal dhòmhsa creagan Ris an gabhainn dian. Obhan, obhan, obhan iri Obhan iri O! Obhan, obhan, obhan iri, 'S mòr mo mhulad, 's mòr. Dhìrich mi dh'an t-seòmar mhullaich, 'S theirinn mi'n taigh làir, 'S cha d'fhuair mise Griogal cridhe 'Na shuide mu 'n chlàr. Obhan ... Eudail mhòir a shluaigh an Domhain Dhòirt iad d'fhuil an dè, 'S chuir iad do cheann air stob daraich, Tacan beag bho d'chrè Obhan ... B' annsa bhi le Griogal cridhe, Teàrnadh chruidh le gleann, Na le Baran Mòr na Dalach, Sioda geal mu m' cheann. Obhan ... Chan eil ùbhlan idir agam 'S ùbhlan uil' aig càch, 'S ann tha m'ubhal cùbhraidh caineal 'Cùl a' chinn ri làr. Obhan ... Nuair bhios mnathan òg a' bhaile Nochd 'nan cadal sèimh, 'S ann bhios mise air bruaich do lice, Bualadh mo dhà làimh. Obhan ...

Many a night both wet and dry Weather of the seven elements Gregor would find for me a rocky shelter Where I would take refuge. Obhan, Obhan, Obhan iri Obhan iri O! Obhan Obhan Obhan iri, Great is my sorrow, great. I climbed into the upper chamber And lay upon the floor And I would not find my dearest Gregor at the table in his place. Obhan ... Great darling from the "Domhainn" folk They let your blood yesterday And they put your head on an oaken stake Near where your body lay. Obhan ... I would be glad to be with dear Gregor Guarding cattle in the glen Instead of with the big Baron "Dalach" White silk around my head. Obhan ... I do not have any apples at all While others have all the apples But my apple is fragrant, spicy The back of his head to the floor. Obhan ... While the young wives of the town Serenely sleep tonight I will be at the edge of your gravestone Beating my two hands. Obhan ...

Version 2:

Followed by verse 1,6 and 5 of the above version

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