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| Na Sguaban Arbhair |
| Rann/Verse 1 Bha mi raoir a' siubhal drathair Last night I opened a drawer 'S thainig dealbh do mo laimh and a picture came to hand Dealbh mo sheannmh'ar is mo shean'ar a picture of my grandmother and grandfather 'S balach og na shuidh' ri'n taobh and a young boy sitting by their side Rann 2 'S iad ag obair aig na sguaban arbhair They were working on the corn stacks Shuidh mi g'an coimhead fad' na h-oidhch' I sat and looked at them all night Thainig cianalas na m'chridhe A deep sorrow came to my heart 'S thainig cuideam na mo laimh and a great weight came to my hand Seist/Chorus Uair eile gu bhith dhachaidh (O for) Another chance to be home Uair eile gu bhith beo Another chance to be alive Ruith mu'n cuairt na sguaban arbhair Running around the stacks of corn Uair eile gu bhith og Oh to be young again Rann 3 Cha'n e aois a tha mi sabaid It isn't age I'm fighting against Cha'n e mo bheatha nach eil slan It isn't my life that's unwell 'S e bhith fuireach ann a' saoghal maide It's living in a false world Le chuid daoin' nach tuig mo chainnt With its people who don't understand my language Rann 4 Dh'fhalbh mo sheannmh'air 's mo shean'air My grandmother and grandfather passed on Thuit na sguaban arbhair sios The stacks of corn fell down Dh'fhalbh mi gu saoghal eile I left to go to another world 'S dh'fhalbh a' Ghaidhlig bho mo bheul And Gaelic went from my mouth [Seist a-rithist/Chorus again] |
| A simple brief thought on Scottish Independance. Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it? There are only so many slices to a pie, for one to have more, another must have less. Lastly - to those Scottish "Loyalists" - to whom are you loyal? Scots royalty died in the 1700's so it can be no Scots crown - And certainly not it appears to those who came before, that bled for Scotland and her freedom ! |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
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