| Ochoin a ri, 'si mo ribhinn donn
| Ochoin to her, she's my brown ribbon
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| Dh 'fhag mi fo mhi-ghean 'us m’inntinn trom
| I was overwhelmed with anxiety and depression
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| Gur e a boichead a rinn mo leonadh
| It was her weakness that hurt me
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| 'S cha bhi mi beo gun mo ribhinn donn
| And I will not live without my brown ribbon
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| Is truagh an drasda nach robh mi 'm bhard
| It's a pity right now I wasn't the poet
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| A ghleusadh clarsach 's a sheinneadh dan
| To play the harp and sing the poem
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| 'S gu 'n innsinn buadhan na maighdinn uasail
| And that I may tell of the virtues of the noble maiden
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| Mu' bheil mo smuaintean gach oidhche 's la
| About my thoughts every night and day
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| Gur boidheach, dualach an cuailean min
| The hair is beautiful, curly
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| A th’air a’ghruagaich a bhuair mo chridh'
| The girl who won my heart '
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| Gur binne comhradh na guth na smeoraich
| That the conversation of the voice of the thrush was sweet
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| 'S tha mise bronach o’n dh’thag i mi
| And I'm sad since she left me
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| Ged tha mo ghrian-sa a’triall fo sgleo
| Although my sun is shining
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| Is mise 'm bliadhna mar ian 'sa cheo
| This year I am like a fox in the mist
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| Togaidh 'n sgaile 's ni ise dearrsadh
| The shadow will lift and she will shine
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| 'S gu 'm faigh mi slainte gach la ri 'm bheo | And may I find health every day of my life |