'Ille Dhuinn, on Dh'fhàg Thu Mise, (English Translation Below)

'Ille dhuinn, on dh'fhàg thu mise,
'Ille dhuinn, on dh'fhàg thu mi,
'Ille dhuinn, on rinn thu m' fhàgail,
Soiridh slàn leat, ghràidh mo chridh'.

Còig bliadhn' deug a dh'aois a bha thu
A' chiad uair a dh'fhàg thu mi,
'S e mo chridhe-sa fhuair fhàsgadh,
'S neònach nach do dh'fhàs mi liath.

Gur muladach a rinn thu m' fhàgail,
Gur muladach a dh'fhàg thu mi,
Tha mi 'n-diugh am freasdal Màiri,
Dhan t-seachdnar a dh'àraich mi.

'S iomadh màthair tha fo smalan,
Agus leannan tha gu tinn,
Bhon latha sheòl am Metagama,
Leis na balaich às an tìr.

'S iomadh oidhche 's càch nan cadal,
Aig an teine 's mi leam fhìn,
Chluinninn fuaim do chois tigh'nn dhachaidh
'S bhiodh tu gabhail duanag ghrinn

Cha do chreid mi riamh an fhìrinn,
'S tu ga h-innse dhomh le cinnt',
Gus do shìn thu, ghaoil, do làmh dhomh,
"Seo, a mhàthair, beannachd leibh."

'S ann nam sheasamh aig an doras,
Bha mi coimhead às do dhèidh,
Seachad Ruaidheabhal nan gearrach,
Anns a' charbad aig Maclean.

Thug thu m' aire far a' chadail,
Ged rachainn dhan leabaidh sgìth,
Thug thu m' aire far mo chàirdean,
Thug far clann mo mhàthar fhìn.

Nuair a thèid mi chun a' chladaich,
Is a chì mi 'n Cuan an Iar,
Bàrr air tha cho geal ri faoileig,
Saoil a bheil mo ghaol-sa tinn.

Cha chluinn mi do ghuth, a Dhòmhnaill,
Beul nan òran bha leam binn,
Ach ag èisteachd eòin an adhair,
'S guil na h-eala air Loch Bì.

Brown haired boy since you left me,
Brown haired boy since you left me,
Brown haired boy since you left me,
A healthy farewell, my heart’s love.

Fifteen year old you were
The first time that you left me
My heart was crushed
A wonder I didn’t turn blue

Your leaving left me melancholy
Melancholy you left me
I am now attending to Màiri
One of the seven I raised

Many mother is aggrieved
And lovers are ill,
With the sailing of the Metagama,
With the boys from our land.

Many nights when others are sleeping,
Alone by the fireside,
I could hear your footsteps coming home
You’d be singing a beautiful song

I did not believe it to be true,
When you told me with certainty
My darling until you gave me your hand saying,
"Blessing to you mother."

I was standing in the doorway,
Watching you leave,
Past Ruaidheabhal,
In Maclean’s car.

You prevented me from sleeping,
Even when I went to bed tired,
You took my mind from my family
From my own siblings.

When I go to the shore,
And I see the Atlantic Ocean
Tops as white as seagulls,
I wonder if you are unwell

I cannot hear your voice Donald
A singing voice that was to me sweet,
I hear birds in the sky,
And the weeping of swans on Loch Bì.