Hoireann O - Capercaillie

Early I arose

I went out by the glen of branches

I came back by the glen of the flocks

I found the brown-haired girl still in bed

I folded her in my own plaid

And vowed that she need fear no harm

That I would give her to her own mother

How distressed I was, my love

But if I come back from Ireland

What presents you will get.



'S moch an diugh a rinn mi eirigh

Ghabh mi mach ri gleann na geigeadh

Thaining mi steach gleann na spreidheadh

Fhuair mi ghruagach dhonn gun eirigh

Lub mi 'na mo bhreacan fhein i

's thug mi boid nach b'eagal beud dhi

Gun tugainn dha mathair fhein i

'S mise ghaoil a bha 'nam eiginn

Ach ma thilleas mis' as Eirinn

'S tusa ghaoil a gheibh am preusant