Mo shĂ?Â th ghal goirt, Mar a ta mi an nochd!
'S mi gun tĂ?Â mh, gunfhois, gun sunnd!
Mo shĂ?Â th ghal goirt, Mar a ta mi nochd!
'S mi gun tĂ?Â mh, gun fhois, gun sunnd!
'S mi gun sunnd air stĂ?Â ;
Gun mo dhĂ?Âąil ri bhi slĂ?Â n;
Tha mo shĂ?Âągradh gu brĂ?Â th air chĂ?Âąl
(repeat as chorus)
'S ann tha LeĂ?Â˛dach mo ghaoil,
'S an oil-anart chaol,
'S gun chĂ?Â˛mbdach ru thaobh, ach bĂ?Âąird.
'SĂ?Â¨ bhi smaointtinn ort.
So-chrĂ?Â idh mi? m chorp,
'Sa chnĂ?Â mh ma ruing bho m? shĂ?Âąil.
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Source: F Tolme, 1911,One Hundred And Five Songs of Occupation from the Western Isles of Scotland
1. In the state which I am this night,
I am satiated with sore weeping;
Without rest, without peace or joy.
2. With health uncertain, and of recovery there being no hope,
My gladness is for ever gone.
3. For Macleod, beloved, is in a fine woolen shroud,
with no covering to his side but boards.
4. It is with thinking on thee that my body has been in acute suffering,
and the lashes worn away from my eyes.
Frances Tolmie wrote:
[By Mary Macleod, 17th Century]
This was sung by the bardess at the beadside of her chief, Maxleod of Dunvegan, when he pretended that he had died. Each verse is sung twice. My version of the air is included in the Gesto Coll. (App. p. 53)
Sung by Roderick Macleod (Cottar), Beacadale, Skye, 1862.