Lyrics of O Mhairi's Tu Mo Mhairi - Karen Matheson

O Mhairi's Tu Mo Mhairi (original)

Riobainean riomhach, Nighean an Fhidleir
Còta dimitidh, beatagan caileago
Riobainean riomhach, Nighean an Fhidhleir
Còta siod air Mairi.
Brògan àrda, Cleòca, sgàrlaid
Còta dimitidh, beatagan caileago
Brogan àrda, Cleòca sgàrlaid
Riobainean riomhach Mairi.
I oireann ó ra u
I oireann ó dhiù a
Hi òireann ó ra u
O Mhàiri ‘s tu mo Mhàiri
‘S truagh nach robh sinn air an àirigh
Le spréidh de chrodh bainne
Togail àl de laoigh ghasda
Togail àl de laoigh bhoireann
Deanamh ime agus chàis ann
Chunna mi tighinn na féidh
‘S iad a' tighinn as am bùirean
'S truagh nach robh mi air an cùlaibh
Le m' ghunna ‘s le m' adhairc fhùdair
O Mary, you are my Mary
Would that we were in the shieling
With a herd of milk cows
Raising a herd of fine calves
A herd of female calves
Making butter and cheese there
I saw the deer coming
Bellowing as they came
I wish I was behind them
With my gun and my powder horn

(translation)

Fine ribbons, Fiddler's Daughter
Dimitie coat, calico boots
Fine ribbons, Fiddler's Daughter
Mary's that coat.
High boots, cloak, scarlet
Dimitie coat, calico boots
High boots, Scarlet cloak
Mairi's fine ribbons.
I suit from ra u
I suit from at least a
Hi gold from ra u
O Mary you are my Mary
It's a pity we weren't at the sheiling
With a herd of dairy cows
Raising a calf of fine calves
Breeding calves of females
Making butter and cheese there
I saw the deer coming
They come from their senses
Too bad I wasn't behind them
With my gun and my powder horn
O Mary, you are my Mary
Would that we were in the shieling
With a herd of milk cows
Raising a herd of fine calves
A herd of female calves
Making butter and cheese there
I saw the deer coming
Bellowing as they came
I wish I was behind them
With my gun and my powder horn