Tha mulad, tha mulad, tha lionn-dubh arm fhéin Hí rí hoireann o, hi ri hoireann o Tha de mhingin air m'aire ní nach aidich mo bheul Hi ri ri ri o ho, roho hi hoireann o M'an áganach ghasda úr mharcach nan steud M'an taca seo 'n uiridh bu thoil leat m' fhuran ro cheud Cha mhó ort mi'n bliadhna na eunlaith nan speur Chan inns mi dha m' phiuthair meud mo chumh as do dhéidh Na dha m' mathair a rug mi chuir mi cudthron 'na ceum Tha sac trom air mo chridhe nach tog fídheal nan teud Ach a Mhairead nan cuiread 's dán a chuir tha arm breug Thilg thu arm-sa mar aileis nach b'uilear dhomh 'm bréid Gu robh leanabh am pasgadh fo asna mo chéibh Cuim nach innseadh tu'n fhírinn mar a dh'innsinn ort fhéin Ann an láthair mo thigearn far am bithinn 's tu réidh Thilg thu arm-sa mar dhearrais gu robh m'athair an éis Cha b'ionnan dha m'athair 's dha d' athair-sa fhéin Cha b'ionnan dha'n taighean 'n ám laighe do'n ghréin 'S ann a gheibhte, 'n taigh d' athar-s' cinn is cnamhan an éisg 'S ann a gheibhte 'n taigh m'athar-s' cinn is casan an fhéidh

Sadness, sadness, deep melancholy is mine there is much despair in me that my mouth cannot confess it About the fine youth, young rider of steeds around this time last year you liked my banter above hundreds This year you like the birds of the air as much I wouldn't even tell my sister how much I mourn you. Or the mother who bore me, I made her step heavy There is a heavy load on my heart that no stringed fiddle will lift But wily Margaret, boldly you slandered me You cast up to me in slander that I needed a snood That there was a child hidden behind my rib cage Why couldn't you tell the truth as I would about you. In the presence of my Lord where you and I would be on equal terms You cast up to me, for spite, that my father was poor My father was different from your father And their houses were different of the time at the sun setting In your father's house heads and bones of fish were to be found In my father's house heads and feet of deer.

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