Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lain Ghlinn' Cuaich - John Of Glen Cuaich, artist - Capercaillie. Album song Heritage Songs, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Plaza Mayor Company
Song language: Gaelic
Lain Ghlinn' Cuaich - John Of Glen Cuaich(original) |
Sidewaulk |
Iain Ghlinn' Cuaich |
O Iain Ghlinn' Cuaich, fear do choltais cha dual da fas, |
Cul bachlach nan dual 's e gu camlubach suas gu bharr, |
'S i do phearsa dheas ghrinn a dh’fhag mi cho tinn le gradh, |
'S nach' eil cron ort ri inns' o mhullach do chinn gu d’sail. |
Ach an trian dhe do chliu cha chuir mise, a ruin an ceill, |
'S caoimh' faiteal dhe d’ghnuis na ur choille fo dhruchd ri grein, |
Gum b' e miann mo dha shuil a bhith sealltainn gu dluth ad dheidh, |
'S math a b’airidh mo run-s' air ban-oighre a' chruin fo sgeith. |
Iain, Iain, a ghaoil, cuim' a leig thu me faoin air chul, |
Gun ghuth cuimhn' air a' ghaol a bh’againn araon air tus? |
Cha tug mise mo speis do dh’fhear eile fo’n ghrein ach thu, |
Is cha toir as do dheidh gus an cairear mo chre 'san uir. |
Ged a chinn thu rium fuar, bheil thu, Iain, gun truas 's mi 'm chas, |
'S a liuthad la agus uair chuir thu 'n ceill gum bu bhuan do ghradh? |
Ach ma chaochail mi buaidh, 's gun do choisinn mi t’fhuath na t-fhearg, |
Tha mo bheannachd ad dheidh, 's feuch an tagh thu dhuit fhein nas fhearr. |
John Of Glen Cuaich |
Oh John of Glencuaich it does not seem right that you should be so beautiful, |
Your tresses, in ringlets, are tightly curled to the tips, |
Your upright handsome appearance has left me love-sick, |
And you are faultless from head to heel. |
But, my love, I cannot relate one third of your merits |
Your presence is more refreshing than the sun-kissed dew-bedecked young trees, |
I long to have you always within my sight, |
My beloved is well worthy of defending a royal heiress. |
John, John my love, why did you abandon me so completely, |
Without any reminder of the mutual love we once shared, |
I have never loved any other man on earth but you, |
Nor will I ever love anyone else 'til my body is interred in the soil. |
Although your feelings towards me have turned cold, |
Are you, John, without pity for me in my plight, |
When you so often declared your undying love for me |
But if I have so changed in character that I have earned your hatred and anger. |
My blessings still go with you, and if you can, try to choose someone better. |
(translation) |
Sidewaulk |
John of Glen Quoich |
O John of Glen Quoich, a man of your appearance will not grow, |
The back of the folds of the folds is crooked up to the top, |
It is your graceful right person that has left me so sick with love, |
And there is no harm in telling it from top to bottom. |
But a third of your fame I will not declare, my love, |
It is kind to see your face in your dewy forest in the sun, |
It was the desire of both my eyes to look closely after you, |
My love for the heiress to the crown under the wing was well deserved. |
John, John, my love, remember that you left me in the lurch, |
Without remembering the love we both had in the beginning? |
I did not respect any other man under the sun but you, |
And I will not follow you until my heart is buried. |
Though you have found me cold, are you, John, without pity when I am down, |
How many days and hours have you proclaimed that your love is everlasting? |
But if I die victorious, and have won the hatred of anger, |
My blessing is on you, and see if you can choose a better one for yourself. |
John Of Glen Cuaich |
Oh John of Glencuaich it does not seem right that you should be so beautiful, |
Your tresses, in ringlets, are tightly curled to the tips, |
Your upright handsome appearance has left me love-sick, |
And you are faultless from head to heel. |
But, my love, I cannot relate one third of your merits |
Your presence is more refreshing than the sun-kissed dew-bedecked young trees, |
I long to have you always within my sight, |
My beloved is well worthy of defending a royal heiress. |
John, John my love, why did you abandon me so completely, |
Without any reminder of the mutual love we once shared, |
I have never loved any other man on earth but you, |
Nor will I ever love anyone else 'til my body is interred in the soil. |
Although your feelings towards me have turned cold, |
Are you, John, without pity for me in my plight, |
When you so often declared your undying love for me |
But if I have so changed in character that I have earned your hatred and anger. |
My blessings still go with you, and if you can, try to choose someone better. |