Lyrics of Oran Do Loch Iall - Capercaillie

Oran Do Loch Iall (original)

O deoch-slainte mo ghaisgich
'S coir a faicinn 'ga lionadh
Us a cumail an cleachdadh
Mar fasan da rireadh
H-uile fear leis nach ait i
F’agam esan an iotadh
Bhith 'ga h-ol gur h-e b’annsa
Ma’s branndaidh no fion i
Gur e b’annsa, gur e b’annsa
'S a Dhomhnuill oig Abraich
Do shlainte gum faic mi mun’n cuairt i
An t-og firinneach smachdail
Nach robh tais an am cruadail
'S beag iongnadh an t-ardan
Bhith gu h-ard ann ad ghruaidhean
'S a liuthad fuil rioghail
Tha sioladh mu d’ghuillibh
'S a liuthad fuil, 's a liuthad fuil
'S dearbhadh air sin Sliabh a' Chlamhain
Gun d’fhuair sibh barrachd an cruadal
Thug thu an duthchas o d’sheanair
B’ard-cheannard air sluagh e
Tha mo dhuil anns an Trianaid
Ma’s ni thig gu buaidh e
Gum faic mi thu ad Dhiuca
An deidh an crun ud a bhuannachd
'Is 'nad Dhiuc', 'is 'nad Dhiuc'
Cha b’e siubhal na slainte
Bh’aig a' ghraisg us a’teicheadh
'S iomadh cota ruadh maduir
Bh’anns an araich gun leithcheann
Agus slinnein o’n ghualainn
Agus cnuac chaidh a leagail
Le luths nam fear laidir
Ghabh an t-ardan gun eagal
Le luths nam fear, le luths nam fear…

(translation)

O drink of health of my heroes
It should be seen to be filled
Us to keep them in use
As fashion da rireadh
Every man with whom she is not strange
I own the iota
Drinking it was a favorite
If it’s brandy or wine
That it was, it was
And young Donald of Lochaber
To your health I can see her around
The controlling young man
Not damp in hard times
The arrogance is little wonder
Being high on your cheeks
Much royal blood
There is a trickle around your shoulders
And a lot of blood, and a lot of blood
Proof of that is Sliabh a 'Chlamhain
You've got more of the hardships
You inherited the heritage from your grandfather
He was the leader of a people
My hope is in the Trinity
If not, it will work
May I see you, Duke
After winning that crown
'Is' nad Dhiuc ',' is 'nad Dhiuc'
Not health travel
He had to escape and escape
There are many red mother coats
It was in the nursery without discrimination
And a shoulder sling
And a hill was felled
With the strength of strong men
He took pride without fear
Le luths nam fear, le luths nam fear…