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on which you would (2019)
(two voices and accordion)
4 minutes
Text
Uh Ah ar oh ah
Air ahm marvh ah fèidh
Uh Ah Uh Ah
Gunna Ah Ah Uh Eh Sss
S truagh, a rìgh, nach mi ’n gunna
Ris an cuireadh tu ’n gleus.
S truagh, a rìgh, nach mi ’n garbhlach
Air am marbhadh tu na fèidh.
A pity, my king, that I am not the gun on which you would put the lock.
A pity, my king, that I am not the rough ground on which you would kill the deer.
Translation adapted from Hebridean Folksongs: Vol.3, Waulking Songs from Vatersay,
Barra, Eriskay, South Uist, and Benbecula, ed. John Lorne Campbell, Francis Collinson.

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