Artist : JULIE FOWLIS
Album : Cuilidh
[Bodaich Odhar Hoghaigearraidh]
Bidh Eòghainn is fear a’ chiubha is fear an rubha cuide rinn; (’s fear an rubha?)
Bidh Eòghainn is fear a’ chiubha is fear an rubha cuide rinn;
Bidh Eòghainn is fear a’ chiubha is fear an rubha cuide rinn;
Bidh Eòghainn is fear a’ chiubha is fear an rubha laimh rinn.

’S ann bha ’n othail aig an fhadhail, bodaich odhar Hoghaigearraidh;
’S ann bha ’n othail aig an fhadhail, bodaich odhar Hoghaigearraidh;
’S ann bha ‘n othail aig an fhadhail, bodaich odhar Hoghaigearraidh,
Thug iad aghaidh air na fir à Malacleit is Bhàlaigh.

Bidh Fionnlagh ’s an gille pìob dol san ruidhle iollagach;
Bidh Fionnlagh ’s an gille pìob dol san ruidhle iollagach;
Bidh Fionnlagh ’s an gille pìob dol san ruidhle iollagach,
Bidh Tormod ’s an gobha bodhar dol a thogail bhàirneach.

Bidh Eubhal is Teach an Triubhais an dà Uibhist muladach;
Bidh Eubhal is Teach an Triubhais an dà Uibhist muladach;
Bidh Eubhal is Teach an Triubhais an dà Uibhist muladach,
Dorghais is Beinn a’ Charra cur an cath an òrdugh.

[The Dun-Coloured Old Men of Hoghaigearraidh]
Eoghainn, Fear a’ Chiubha and Fear a’ Rubha will be with us [x3]
Eoghainn, Fear a’ Chiubha and Fear a’ Rubha will be beside us.

What a commotion there was at the ford, the dun-coloured old men of Hoghaigearraidh [x3]
They challenged the men from Malacleit and Bhalaigh.

Fionnlagh and the piper’s assistant will dance a sprightly reel [x3]
Tormod and the deaf blacksmith will go to pick limpets.
Eubhal, Teach an Triubhais, the two Uists will be forlorn [x3]
Dorghais and Beinn a’ Charra drawing the battle-lines.

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Artist : JULIE FOWLIS
Album : Cuilidh
[Mo Bheannachd Dhan Bhàillidh Ùr]
Mo bheannachd dhan bhàillidh ùr,
’S tu fhèin a choisinn an cliù
Nuair a thàinig e le thrùp
Dh’uaislean o dhùthaich MhicLeòid.

Is thàine tu led bhàirdse cruinn,
Ghabh thu timcheall air Port Rìgh;
Thogadh do shaighdearan cìs
Fhad ’s a mhaireadh strì nan dòrn.

Is thàine tu led bhàirds’ mun cuairt,
Ghabh thu timcheall ’Chinn a Tuath
Is dh’inns thu dhaibh gun gheilt gun ghruaim
Gur e ’n cuan a bha fo sròin.

Is ùr a’ chraobh on d’ rinn thu fàs,
Na bha fon talamh dhith ’s gu h-àrd
Gun mhosgan am bun no ’m bàrr
Ach an giuthas àlainn òg.

Is Dòmhnallaich sibh taobh air thaobh,
Làmh dhearg as suaicheantas dhuibh,
Long is bradan ’s leòmhann, craobh,
Gidheagan is fraoch glas òg.

[My Compliments to the New Bailiff/Factor]
My compliments to the new bailiff/factor
who earned a reputation
when he arrived with his troop
of noblemen from the land of MacLeod

You came with your barge
and went round Portree.
Your soldiers would collect tax
while the fight lasted.

You came with your barge
and went round the North End,
informing them without cowardice or gloom
that you were master of the open seas.

You are the offshoot of a vigorous tree,
in root and branch.
A beautiful young fir,
without decay in root or foliage.

You are MacDonald on both sides.
Your crest is a red hand,
a galley, a salmon, a tree, a thistle
and young green heather.

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Artist : JULIE FOWLIS
Album : Cuilidh
[Aoidh, na Dèan Cadal Idir]
Aoidh, na dèan cadal idir,
Aoidh, na dèan cadal trom;
Aoidh, na dèan cadal idir –
Thoir a-mach ris an tom.

Aoidh, na dèan cadal idir,
Aoidh, na dèan cadal trom;
Seall a‑staigh fo thaobh do leaba:
Gheibh thu ’n gaoirdean rag ’s e trom.

Aoidh, na dèan cadal idir,
Fois chan fhaigh ’s a’ chreach air bhonn;
Seall rid leis, an claidheamh geur ann,
’S thoir a-mach ris an tom.

[Aoidh, don’t sleep at all]
Aoidh, don’t sleep at all,
Aoidh , don’t sleep deeply;
Aoidh don’t sleep at all -
Take to the hills immediately.

Aoidh don’t sleep at all,
Aoidh, don’t sleep deeply;
Look under your side of your bed:
You’ll find the stiff, heavy arm.

Aoidh, don’t sleep at all,
You’ll get no peace with the raid underway;
Ensure your sharp sword is on your thigh
And take to the hills immediately.

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Artist : JULIE FOWLIS
Album : Uam
M' fhearann saidhbhir o hùg à
'S i hù i hò nam b' àill leibh e

M' fhearann saidhbhir, pailteas stòras
Nam biodh Dòmhnall Bàn againn.

M' fhearann saidhbhir air gach taobh dhìom
Mo chrodh-laoigh air àirighean.

Tha i tighinn 's chan ann righinn
'S coireal, cridheil, gaiseil i.

Geig air mhaidean, geig air chnagan
Cochaill, mhachail, thraghannan.

Cùlanaich air chùl a chèile
'S iad sìor èigheach sgàth oirre.

An fhairge thonnach ghaoireach ghleannach
Thonnach shalach shràcbhalach.

An fhairge ag èirigh suas ma toiseach
Cupaill coiteal càirdeisteach.

My land is rich o hùg à
‘S i hù i hò if you liked it

My land is productive with abundant
stores
If we had fair-haired Donald

My rich land surrounds me
My milk-cattle on shielings

She approaches, not reluctantly
She is passionate, cheerful, strong.

Rattle on strakes, rattle on thole-pins
Her shell damaged and exhausted

Waves piling up
Constantly shouting her destruction

The billowing, restless, shelving,
Turbulent, dirty, tearing ocean

The sea rising up round her prow
With shrouds straining and bracing.

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Artist : JULIE FOWLIS
Album : Uam
Gur e m' anam is m' eudail
chaidh an-dè do Ghleann Garadh:
fear na gruaig' mar an t-òr
is na pòig air bhlas meala.

O hi ò o hu ò, o hi ò o hu ò,
Hi rì ri ò hu eile
O hì ri ri ri ò gheallaibh ò

Is tu as fheàrr don tig deise
de na sheasadh air thalamh;
is tu as fheàrr don tig culaidh
de na chunna mi dh' fhearaibh.
Is tu as fheàrr don tig osan
is bròg shocrach nam barrall:
còta Lunnainneach dubh-ghorm,
is bidh na crùintean ga cheannach.

An uair a ruigeadh tu 'n fhèill
is e mo ghèar-sa a thig dhachaigh;
mo chriosan is mo chìre
is mo stìomag chaol cheangail.

Thig mo chrios à Dùn Eideann
is mo bhrèid à Dùn Chailleann,
gheibh sinn crodh as a' Mhaorainn
agus caoraich à Gallaibh.

Is ann a bhios sinn 'gan àrach
air àirigh am Bràigh Raithneach.
ann am bòthan an t-sùgraidh
is gur e bu dùnadh dha barrach.

Bhiodh a' chuthag 's an smùdan
a' gabhail ciùil duinn air chrannaibh;
bhiodh an damh donn 's a bhùireadh
gar dùsgadh sa mhadainn.

It was my love and my treasure
who went yesterday to Glengarry,
the man with hair like gold
and kisses that taste of honey.

You suit your clothes
better than any man on earth;
you look better in your garments
than any man I've ever seen.

You look better in stockings
and comfortable laced shoes,
a dark blue London coat
that cost many crowns to buy.

When you arrive at the fair,
you'll bring home my gear,
my small belt and my comb
and my little narrow fastening
head-band.

My belt will come from Edinburgh
and my marriage head-dress from
Dunkeld,
we'll get cattle from the Mearns
and sheep from Caithness.

And we'll rear them in a sheiling
in Bràigh Raithneach,
in the brush-wood enclosed hut of
dalliance.

The cuckoo will sing
its song to us from the trees,
the brown stag and its roaring
will wake us in the morning.

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Artist : JULIE FOWLIS
Album : Uam
Bha dà phiuthar ann 's iad a' coiseachd sìos an t-sràid
O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
Phut an tè bu shine an tè eile dhan an t-sruth
Sìor chaoineadh, an t-uisge, is gaoir na gaoithe.

There were two sisters came walking down the street
Oh the wind and rain
Older one pushed the younger one in
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

Oir thug Seonaidh dhan tè b' òige fàinne àlainn òir
O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
Cha d' fhuair an tè eile aon sian dhe chuid
Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe

So she pushed her into the river to drown
Oh the wind and rain
Watched her as she floated down
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

Flodradh gus an d'ràinig i linne mhòr a' chasg
O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
Athair, o athair, seall an eala air an t-snàmh
Sìor chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe

Then out of the woods came a fiddler fair
Oh the wind and rain
He plucked 30 strands of her long yellow hair
Cried oh the dreadful wind and rain

Is rinn e bogha grinn dhen gaoisnear bàn
Oh the wind and rain
Then he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair
Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe

Agus rinn e cnagan-fidhle dhe a corragan caola
Oh the wind and rain
And made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe

And he made a little fiddle of her own breast bone
O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
Which sound would melt a heart of stone
Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe

Is an aona phort a thigeadh a-mach às an fhidheall
O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
The only tune that the fiddle would play
Was oh the dreadful wind and rain

There were two sisters came walking down the street
Oh the wind and rain
Older one pushed the younger one in
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

'Cos Johnny gave the youngest one a gay, gold ring
Oh the wind and rain
Didn’t give the other one anything
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

So she pushed her into the river to drown
Oh the wind and rain
Watched her as she floated down
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

She floated till she came to the miller's pond
Oh the wind and rain
Cried Father, oh Father there swims a swan
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

Thern out of the woods came a fiddler fair
Oh the wind and rain
He plucked 30 strands of her long yellow hair
Cried oh the dreadful wind and rain

Then he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair
Oh the wind and rain
Made a fiddle bow of her long, yellow hair
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

And he made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
Oh the wind and rain
And made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

And he made a little fiddle of her own breast bone
Oh the wind and rain
Which sound would melt a heart of stone
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

And the only tune that the fiddle would play
Was oh the wind and rain
The only tune that the fiddle would play
Was oh the dreadful wind and rain

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Artist : JULIE FOWLIS
Album : Uam
Thig am bàta àill i ò
Ro àilleagan àill i ò
Moch a-màireach haoi ò
Ro àilleagan àill i ò
Bidh m' athair innte
's mo thriùir bhràithrean
Mo chèile donn
air ràmh bràghad
Gheibh iad mise
air mo bhàthadh
Togaidh iad mi
air na ràmhan
Mo thrusgan donn
Snàmh na fairge
Mo chuailean donn
Am measg nan carraigean
Mo bhroids airgid
Am measg nan gainmheach
Cha b' e 'n t-acras
chuir dhan tràigh mi
Miann an duileasg
miann nam bàirneach
Sòraidh eile
gu mo phàisdean
Fear dhiubh bliadhna
fear a dhà dhiubh
A' fear bliadhna
nach eil làidir
Dh' fhàg mi e
as a' chùlaist
Iarraidh e a-nochd
cìoch a mhàthar
Ma dh' iarr chan fhaigh e
ach sùgan sàile
O mo mhollachd
Aig bean eudaich
Dh' fhàg i mise
'S an sgeir bhàthte
Thig am bàta
moch a-màireach
Gheibh iad mise
air mo bhàthadh.

The boat will come, àill i ò
Ro àilleagan àill i ò
Early tomorrow haoi ò
Ro àilleagan àill i ò
My father will be on board and my three brothers.
My brown-haired husband at the breast-oar.
They'll find me drowned.
They will lift me up on the oars.
My brown cloak swimming in the sea.
My brown locks among the carageen.
My silver broch among the sand.
It wasn't hunger that sent me to the shore
or a craving for dulse or limpets.
Another farewell to my little ones,
one a year old, one a two year old.
The year old, who is not strong,
I left him in the back room.
Tonight he will ask for his mother's breast.
If he does he will get only sea-water.
Oh my curses on the jealous woman
She left me on the rock of drowning
The boat will come early tomorrow,
They'll find me drowned.

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Artist : JULIE FOWLIS
Album : Uam
A Chatrion' òg 's tu rinn mo leòn,
's tu dh'fhàg fo bhròn 's fo mhulad mi,
mi 'n diugh 's an dè air cnoc leam fhèin
a' sileadh dheur 's mi turraman.
Ach 's i mo mhàthair rinn an call
nuair chuir i shealg na tunnaig mi.
Nuair ràinig mi an linne chaol
's ann bha mo ghaol a' sruladh innt'.
'S e an gunna caol a rinn do leòn
's cha dèan mi òirleach tuilleadh leatha.
Ged thèid mi suas dhan bhail' ud shuas
cha bhi mo chuairt ach diomain ann.
Ged thèid mi dhan taigh ud shìos
cha chuir Catrìona furan orm.
O Rìgh nan Dùl cùm rium mo chiall
Cha robh mi riamh cho cunnartach,
's a Chatrìon' òg 's tu rinn mo leòn
'S tu dh'fhàg fo bhròn 's fo mhulad mi.

Young Catriona, you have wounded me
and left me sorrowing and lamenting,
today and yesterday alone on a hillock,
shedding grief-stricken tears.
But it was my mother who caused the calamity
when she sent me to hunt the duck.
When I arrived at the narrow strait
my love was washing there.
It was the fowling piece which wounded you
and I will never use it again.
Though I visit the upper township
my stay there will be fleeting.
Though I visit the house below,
Catriona will not welcome me.
O Lord of the Elements, save me from madness,
I have never been in such danger,
and young Catriona, you have wounded me
and left me sorrowing and lamenting.

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Artist : JULIE FOWLIS
Album : Uam
Hé dear, hò dear
My dear is the brown heifer
When you go into the byre
My dear is the brown heifer

When you go into the byre
My dear is the brown heifer
Your milking pail would be full
My dear is the brown heifer.

The intelligent brown heifer is my darling
Who never kicked me
Who produced milk in the open air for me
The white milk of the kind heifers.

Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers
Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers
My heifers, hoileagan hì hò my heifers
My cattle on each side of the fold.

The shaggy heifer is my darling
The fetter is tied on its legs
Not the common fetter of cattle or horses
But the silken fetter from England.

Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers
Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers
My heifers, hoileagan hì hó my heifers
My cattle on each side of the fold.

Hé gràdh, hò gràdh
'S e mo gràdh 's an t-agh donn
Nuair a thèid thu na bhàthaich
'S e mo gràdh 's an t-agh donn.

Nuair a thèid thu na bhàthaich
'S e mo gràdh-s' an t-agh donn
'S e do chuman bhiodh làn
'S e mo gràdh-s' an t-agh donn.

'S e mo ghaol-sa, an t-aghan ciallach
Cha do thog e chas a-riamh rium
Thug e bainne chruidh san t-sliabh dhomh
Bainne geala bhon na h-aighean ciallach.

Hé hoileagan hì hò m' aighean
Hé hoileagan hì hò m' aighean
M' aighean hoileagan, hì hò m' aighean
Mo chrodh-laoigh gach taobh ‘n a' bhuaile.

'S e mo ghaol-sa an t-aghan caiteach
Thig a bhuarach air a chasan
Cha bhuarach chruidh na chapuill
Ach buarach shìoda thig à Sasainn.

Hé hoileagan hì hò m' aighean
Hé hoileagan hì hò m' aighean
M' aighean hoileagan, hì hò m' aighean
Mo chrodh-laoigh gach taobh na bhuaile.

Hé dear, hò dear
My dear is the brown heifer
When you go into the byre
My dear is the brown heifer

When you go into the byre
My dear is the brown heifer
Your milking pail would be full
My dear is the brown heifer.

The intelligent brown heifer is my darling
Who never kicked me
Who produced milk in the open air for me
The white milk of the kind heifers.

Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers
Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers
My heifers, hoileagan hì hò my heifers
My cattle on each side of the fold.

The shaggy heifer is my darling
The fetter is tied on its legs
Not the common fetter of cattle or horses
But the silken fetter from England.

Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers
Hé hoileagan hì hò my heifers
My heifers, hoileagan hì hó my heifers
My cattle on each side of the fold.

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Artist : JULIE FOWLIS
Album : Uam
Cò nì mire rium?
Hù hoireann ò, cò nì mire rium?
Hù hoireann ò, cò nì mire rium?

Cò nì sùgradh, cò nì ceanaltas?
Cò nì e mur dèan na gillean e?
Latha dhomh 's mi falbh nam fireachan
Thachair orm a' ghruagach cheanealta
Sgian bheag na làimh 's i buain biolaire
‘S i buain neòintean an cois na linneadh ud
Theann mi null is fhuair mi bruidhinn rith'
‘S dh'fhaighnich mi gu dè bu chinneadh dhith
‘S thuirt i riumsa, "Tha ban-Siosalach"
Thuirt mi rith' gum b' e mo chinneadh e
Thuirt i rium, "Cha bhi mo thuras riut
Gura Leathanach mo roghainn-sa
Gun dèan Dòmhnallach mo choinneachadh"

Who will flirt with me?
Hù hoireann ò, who will flirt with me?
Hù hoireann ò, who will flirt with me?

Who will flirt with me, who'll show kind?
Who'll do that unless the young men will?
One day as I walked the mountain moors
A kindly lass I encountered there
A little knife in her hand, plucking watercress
Plucking flowers by yon river pool
I went over and got to talk with her
I asked what clan she belonged to
She said to me, "I'm a Chisholm girl"
I said to her I was a Chisholm, too
She said to me, "I'll have nothing to do with you
A MacLean is my preference
And a MacDonald will be meeting me"

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