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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.