An T-iarla Diurach – Capercaillie – letras

Ma’s ann ‘gam mhealladh, a ghaoil, a bha thu,Ma’s ann ‘gam mhealladh as deigh do gheallaidh,’Se luaidh do mholaidh ni mi gu brath,Ma’s ann ‘gam mhealladh, a ghaoil, a bha thu.Righ! gur mise tha gu tursach,Gaol an iarla ‘ga mo chiurradh,Tha na deoir a’sior-ruith o m’ shuilean’S mo chridhe bruite le guin do ghraidh.Bha mi raoir leat ‘na mo bhruadarThall an Diura nam beann fuara,Bha do phogan mar bhiolair uaine -Ach dh’fhalbh am bruadar is dh’fhan an cradh.Thig, a ghaoil, agus duin mo shuilean’S a’ chiste-chaoil far nach dean mi dusgadh,Cuir a sios mi an duslach Diurach,Oir ‘s ann ‘s an uir a ni mise tamh.The Bens Of JuraIf deceiving me, o love, thou wert;If deceiving me despite thy vow;Yet chant thy praise I ever will,Tho’ deceiving me, o love, thou wert.O King! I am the sorrowful one,And the love of the Earl a-hurting me;The tears are ever running from mine eyes,And my heart is bruised with the sting of thy love.Last night I was with thee in my dream,Across in Jura of the cold bens;Thy kisses were like the green water-cresses- Fled the dream – remained the pain.Come, o love, and close my eyesIn the narrow kirst where I shall never awake;Lay me down under earth from Jura -In the grave alone is there rest for me.