Слова и музыка - шотландские народные, арранжировка Capercaillie (как и у большинства песен ниже).
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 MO CHAILIN DILEAS DONN 

 Gu ma slàn a chì mi mo chailin dìleas donn;
 Bean a chuailein réidh air an deas a dh'éireadh fonn,
 'Si cainnt do bheòil bu bhinne leam,
 An uair bhiodh m'inntinn trom,
 'S tu thogadh suas mo chridh'-sa
 'Nuair bhiodh tu [bad word] riùm.

 Gur muladach a tà mi,
 'S mi nochd air aird a' chuain,
 'S neo-shunndach mo chadal dhomh,
 'S do chaidreamh fada bhuam;
 Gur tric mi ort a smaointeach',
 As t'aogais tha mi [bad word] 
 'Is mar a dean mi d' fhaotainn
 Cha bhi mo shaoghal buan.

 Sùil chorrach mar an dearcag
 Fo 'n rosg a dh'iathas dlùth
 Is [bad word] mar an caorann
 Fo 'n aodann tha leam ciùin -
 Mur dh'aithris iad na breugan
 Gu'n tug mi fheinn dhut rùn
 'S gur bliadhna leam gach latha
 Bho'n uair a dh'fhàg mi thu.

 Tacan mu'n do sheòl sinn,
 Is ann a thòisich càch,
 Ri innse do mo [bad word] sa
 Nach tillin-sa gu brath;
 Na cuireadh sud ort [bad word] 
 luaidh, ma bhios mi slàn,
 Cha chùm dad idir 'uat mi
 Ach saighead [bad word] a'bhàis.

Tha'n t-snaim a nise ceangailte,
 Gu daingeann is gu teann,
 'Se their luchd na fanoid rium
 Nach eil mo phrothaid ann -
 fear aig am bheil fortan,
 Tha crois aige 'na cheann,
 'S tha mise taingeil, toilichte,
 Ged tha mo sporan gann.

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My faithful brown-haired lass

Healthy do I see you, my faithful brown-haired lass;
Damsel of the well-groomed tresses, singer of the songs;
The words from your mouth so sweet for me
When my mind was melancholy,
And you uplifted my heart
Whenever you spoke to me.

Despondent I am,
Tonight on the high seas,
And uneasy my sleep [bad word] far from me:
Oft-times do I think of you
As your image leaves me sad,
And if I can not have you
My world will not last.

Passionate eye like the berry
Beneath lashes that hover close
And cheeks like the rowan
In a countenance calming to me.
There were those who spoke falsehoods
About my intentions towards you,
But to me each day seems like a year
From the time that I left you.

short time before we sailed,
That's when others began
To tell you my own darling
That I would not return;
Do not let that disturb you,
My dear if I am well
Nothing will ever keep me from you
But the cold arrow of death.

The knot is now tied firm and secure;
The scornful ones say to me
That I am at a disadvantage,
Like the man of great riches
Whose wealth is the cross he bears,
But I am happily thankful
Though my purse be spare.