Och a Thearlaich og Stiubhart
'Se do chuis rinn mo leireadh
Thug thu uam gach ni bh'agam
Ann an cogadh a'd aobhar
Cha chrodh is cha chairdean
Rinn mo chradh ach mo cheile
O'n la dh'fhag thu m'i'm aonar
Gun sion 'sant-saoghal ach leine
Mo run geal og

Gur a mis' thair mo sqaradh
'Sged a chan-am cha bhreug e
'Sioma te bha na bantraich
Nach d'fhuair samhladh do'm cheile
Fear do cheille's do thuig-se
Cha robh fur-asd r'a fhaotuinn
'Scha do sheas air Cul-lo-dair
Fear do choltais bu treine
Mo run geal og

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Oh young Charles Stewart
Your cause is the reason of my sorrow
You took from me everything I had
In the war on your behalf
I am not mourning cattle and sheep
But my partner
Since I am left alone
With nothing but my shroud
My bright young love

I am torn apart
And although I say it, it is no lie
My joy turned to sorrow
Since you will not return from death
One of your wisdom and understanding
Was not easy to find
And not one stood at Culloden
Of your appearance and bravery
My bright young love

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