Julie Fowlis — M' Fhearann Saidhbhir / Nellie Garvey's Favourit / 'G Ioman Nan Gamhan 's Mi Muladach / Jerry's Pipe Jig song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "M' Fhearann Saidhbhir / Nellie Garvey's Favourit / 'G Ioman Nan Gamhan 's Mi Muladach / Jerry's Pipe Jig" by Julie Fowlis.
Lyrics
M' fhearann saidhbhir o hùg à
'S i hù i hò nam b' àill leibh e
M' fhearann saidhbhir, pailteas stòras
Nam biodh Dòmhnall Bàn againn.
M' fhearann saidhbhir air gach taobh dhìom
Mo chrodh-laoigh air àirighean.
Tha i tighinn 's chan ann righinn
'S coireal, cridheil, gaiseil i.
Geig air mhaidean, geig air chnagan
Cochaill, mhachail, thraghannan.
Cùlanaich air chùl a chèile
'S iad sìor èigheach sgàth oirre.
An fhairge thonnach ghaoireach ghleannach
Thonnach shalach shràcbhalach.
An fhairge ag èirigh suas ma toiseach
Cupaill coiteal càirdeisteach.
My land is rich o hùg à
‘S i hù i hò if you liked it
My land is productive with abundant
stores
If we had fair-haired Donald
My rich land surrounds me
My milk-cattle on shielings
She approaches, not reluctantly
She is passionate, cheerful, strong.
Rattle on strakes, rattle on thole-pins
Her shell damaged and exhausted
Waves piling up
Constantly shouting her destruction
The billowing, restless, shelving,
Turbulent, dirty, tearing ocean
The sea rising up round her prow
With shrouds straining and bracing.
Lyrics translation
My land is rich o hùg à
But i hù i hò or was àill participants should bring in
My land rich, abundant resource
Or would Donald the Death of our.
My land rich in on every side protect
My the across-lao on àirighean.
She has come 'but righinn
In coireal, cridheil, gaiseil and.
Fat on mhaidean, fat on chnagan
Cochall visit, his help, thraghannan.
Cùlanaich behind the other
But they are increasingly at a time because of it.
In fhairge built as the ghaoireach ghleannach
Built as the dirty shràcbhalach.
In fhairge rising up if the first
Cupaill coiteal càirdeisteach.
My land and with an o hùg à
But i hù i hò if you liked it
My land is productive with abundant
store
And west ha fair-haired Donald
My with would land surrounds me
My milk-cattle on shielings
Old approaches, not reluctantly
Sheen and passionate, cheerful, strong.
Rattle from the strakes, rattle from the thole-pin
Here shell damaged but exhausted
The Waves pile string up
Constantly shouting her destruction
The billowing, restless, shelving,
Turbulent, dirty, tearing from the other
The sea rising up round her prow
With shrouds straining in bracing.