6.DEAN CADALAN SAMHACH, A CHUILEAN MO RUIN
Gur ann an America tha sinn an drasd',
Fo dhubhar na coille, nach teirig gu brath.
'N uair dh'fhalbhas an dulachd 's a thionndaidh's
am blaths,
Bithidh cnothan, bidh ubhlan 's bithidh an siucar a fas.
Thoir mo shoraidh le failte Chinn t-Saile nam bo,
Far 'n d'fhuair mi greis m'drach 's mi'm phaisde
beag og.
Bhiodh fleasgaichean donn air bonnaibh ri ceol,
Agus nionogan dualach 's an gruaidh mar an ros.
(英譯)
We are now in America,
In the shade of the never-ending forest.
When winter departs and warmth returns,
Nuts, apples, and sugar will grow.
Bear my farewell and greeting to Kintail and it's cattle,
Where I spent my time of upbringing when I was
a young child.
There dark-haired lads would dance heel and toe to the music,
And lassies with flowing tresses and cheeks like the rose.
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