Milleadh Nam Braidhrean - Capercaillie

I ri dhiu o ro hu o

I ri dhiu o ro eile

I ri dhiu o ro leannain

Se bu mhath leam bhith reidh riut



Bha am brathair a b'fhaisg ort

Dha do choimhead 's tu nad eiginn

'S ann a direadh na bruthaich

'S ann a rug iad air m'eudail.



'Sann a' direadh na bruthaich

'Sann a rug iad air m'eudail

'Sann a direadh a' gharraidh

Leig mo ghradh a cheud eibhe



Thuirt am brathair bu shine,

"Leig na sginean gu cheile"

Thuirt am brathair a b'oige

"Chan i choir, ach 's i'n eucoir"



Tha mo mhollachd aig mo phiuthair

Gruagach bhuidh' an fhuilt ghie-ghil

'S i a dh'innis do m'bhraithrean

Thu bhith air airigh a Cheitinn.



What I Would Like Is To Be At Peace With You



The brother nearest to you

Was watching you in your agony

It was going up the brae

That they caught up with my darling



It was when climbing the garden wall

That my love gave the first shout

The oldest brother said

'Engrage the knives'

The youngest brother said



My curses on my sister

Golden girl of the white fair hair

It was she told my brothers.