Griogair
Ged bhiodh ann cur is cathadh
Is sìde nan seachd sian
Gheibheadh Griogair dhomsa cnacan
'San caidlimid fo dhìon
Ochain ochain ochain uiridh
Ochain uiridh ó
Ochain ochain ochain uiridh
'S mór mo mhulad 's mór
Is mór a b'annsa bhith aig Griogair
Fo bhrata ruibeach ròin
Na bhith aig Baran crìon na Dalach
Ag giùlan sìoda is sròil
(Sèist)
Chuir iad a cheann air ploc daraich
Is dhòirt iad fhuil ma làr
Nam biodh agamsa an sin cupan
Dh'òlainn dith mo shàth
(Sèist)
Ged tha mnathan chàich aig baile
'Nan laighe is 'nan cadal sàmh
Is ann bhios mise bruaich mo leapa
A' bualadh mo dhà làimh
(Sèist)
Ba hu, ba hu, ba mo leanabh
Ba mo leanabh, ba
Ba hu, ba hu, ba mo leanabh
Chan eil thu ach tlàth
Chan eil thu ach tlàth
English Translation:
Even in the drifting snow
With all seven elements abounding
Gregor would find a crevice for me
And we would sleep in its shelter
Ochain ochain ochain uiridh
Ochain uiridh ó
Ochain ochain ochain uiridh
Oh great is my lamentation
I would rather be with Gregor
Under a hairy sealskin rug
Than with the withered Baron of Dal
With silk and satin to wear
They put his head on an oaken stump
And spilled blood on the ground
If I had had a wee cup there
I would have drunk my fill
Although the rest of the women of the village
Are lying in their peaceful sleep
I myself am beside my bed
Beating with my two hands
Lullabye, my little one
Lullabye, my little one
Lullabye, my little one
You are just so delicate
You are just so delicate
Source: Celtic Lyrics Corner
Is sìde nan seachd sian
Gheibheadh Griogair dhomsa cnacan
'San caidlimid fo dhìon
Ochain ochain ochain uiridh
Ochain uiridh ó
Ochain ochain ochain uiridh
'S mór mo mhulad 's mór
Is mór a b'annsa bhith aig Griogair
Fo bhrata ruibeach ròin
Na bhith aig Baran crìon na Dalach
Ag giùlan sìoda is sròil
(Sèist)
Chuir iad a cheann air ploc daraich
Is dhòirt iad fhuil ma làr
Nam biodh agamsa an sin cupan
Dh'òlainn dith mo shàth
(Sèist)
Ged tha mnathan chàich aig baile
'Nan laighe is 'nan cadal sàmh
Is ann bhios mise bruaich mo leapa
A' bualadh mo dhà làimh
(Sèist)
Ba hu, ba hu, ba mo leanabh
Ba mo leanabh, ba
Ba hu, ba hu, ba mo leanabh
Chan eil thu ach tlàth
Chan eil thu ach tlàth
English Translation:
Even in the drifting snow
With all seven elements abounding
Gregor would find a crevice for me
And we would sleep in its shelter
Ochain ochain ochain uiridh
Ochain uiridh ó
Ochain ochain ochain uiridh
Oh great is my lamentation
I would rather be with Gregor
Under a hairy sealskin rug
Than with the withered Baron of Dal
With silk and satin to wear
They put his head on an oaken stump
And spilled blood on the ground
If I had had a wee cup there
I would have drunk my fill
Although the rest of the women of the village
Are lying in their peaceful sleep
I myself am beside my bed
Beating with my two hands
Lullabye, my little one
Lullabye, my little one
Lullabye, my little one
You are just so delicate
You are just so delicate
Source: Celtic Lyrics Corner
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Writer(s): Talitha Mackenzie
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