The Rankin Family - Oganaich An O-Fhuilt Bhuidhe - Am Braighe lyrics

Rankin Family Endless Seasons Oganaich An O -Fhuilt Bhuidhe - Am Braighe (Youth Whose Hair Is Golden Yellow - The Braes of Margaree) Oganaich an o-fhuilt bhuide Leat a chinneadh sealg a's sithionn; 'S ann ad ghruaidh a bhiodh an rudha 'N uair a bhiodh tu siubhal bheann! 'N uiar a dhieadh tu na stucan Leis a 'ghunna chaol nach diultadh 'S i do luaidhe ghorm a's d'fudar Chuireadh smuid air feadh nan gleann Na cnuic 's na glinn bu bhoidhche leinn 'S iad cnuic is glinn a'Bhraighidh Mu'n tric bha sinn ri maran binn 'S a' chomunn ghrinn a b'fhearr leinn Chan 'eil ait' an diugh fo'n ghre/in 'S am b'fhearr leam fhe/in bhi tamhachd Na Braigh' na h-Aibhne measg nan sonn O'm faighte fuinn na Gaidhlig Oganaich an o-fhuilt shniomhain Dh'fhag thu saca trom air m'inntinn; 'S mur a till thu nall do 'n tir so Mo thoil-inntinn bidh air chall Na cnuic 's na glinn bu bhoidhche leinn 'S iad cnuic is glinn a'Bhraighidh Mu'n tric bha sinn ri maran binn 'S a' chomunn ghrinn a b'fhearr leinn Gur binn leam ceol an h-aibhne mo/ir 'S i falbh an gloir a h-ailleachd; Fhad's bhios i gluasad sios le fuaim Cha toir mi fuath do'n Bhraighidh Gu leir a bhla h air mo ghruaidhse Gu'n tug mi dhuit gaol nach fuaraich; Dh'innis iad gu'n d'thug thu fuath dhomh Ach cha chreid mi, luaidh, an cainnt Oganaich an o-fhuilt bhuide Leat a chinneadh sealg a's sithionn; 'S ann ad ghruaidh a bhiodh an rudha 'N uair a bhiodh tu siubhal bheann! Oganaich an o-fhuilt bhuide Leat a chinneadh sealg a's sithionn; 'S ann ad ghruaidh a bhiodh an rudha 'N uair a bhiodh tu siubhal bheann! Youth whose hair is golden yellow You will bag the deer when hunting On your cheeks the colour's rising When you tramp across the hills When you climb up to the tall crags With your slender trusty weapon Then your blue lead and gun powder Scatter smoke among the glens The hills and dales most beautiful to us Are the hills and dales of the Braes (Margaree) Where we often sang Sweet melodies in the friendly company we liked best There is no place today, under the sun Where I would prefer to live In the Braes of the river Amongst the heroes who were won't To sing Gaelic songs Sweet to me is the music of the great river As it meanders amidst the glory of its beauty; As long as it contiues to course to the sea I will never hate the Braes It is showing in my cheeks now That my truest love I gave you They are saying that you hate me But I don't believe their talk