| M’aithair 's mo Dhia, dean Thus' ardion
| My Father and my God, make Thou exalted
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| Mi fhein 's mo naoidhean beagan mhios
| Myself and my baby a few months
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| Gur gann an t-uisg', 's gur gann an siol
| The rain is scarce, and the seed is scarce
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| Sinn creuchdach, acrach, brointe, piant'
| We are crippled, hungry, broken, pained '
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| 'Adhlaichte an-diugh mo luaidh
| 'Buried today my love
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| 'S nach aithnich mise uaigh seach uaigh
| And I do not recognize a grave other than a grave
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| Measg mhiltean a Tigre tha e na shuain
| Among the miles to Tigre he is asleep
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| Coinhead Thusa, a Thighearna, oirnn le truas
| Lord, have mercy on us
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| Sinn a’famachadh le teas na grein'
| We're soaking up the sun '
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| Nuair dh’eireas i an-aird sna speur
| When it rises in the sky
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| Sinn ga ar meileachadh le fuachd
| We are being melted by the cold
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| Meadlian oidhche, 's ar sgeadachadh cho truagh
| Meadlian night, and our decoration so poor
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| An tig, a Thigearna, uisge trom
| Come, Lord, heavy rain
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| Bheir a-mach toradh bhon talamh lom?
| Bring forth fruit from the barren land?
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| Cum rium mo chreidamh anmad fhein
| Keep my faith with me
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| Na canam 'an-do threig thu mi, mo Dhia?
| Do I not say that you have forsaken me, my God?
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| Cheus riaghaltas eile Criosd air crann
| Another government crucified Christ on a cross
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| 'S tha luchd-breug gar biathadh-sa gu teann
| And liars are feeding us hard
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| Doirt a-muas do mhaitheas chaoimh, a Dhe
| Pour out your loving-kindness, O God
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| Na leig an t-ole buileachadh gu leir | Do not let the oil oily |