[read english version] Fonn: Ó a iù nach till thu Dhòmhnaill ? Là dhomh ‘s mi ‘siubhal a’ mhonaidh Có thachair rium ach Dòmhnall Thòisich sinn air beadradh spòrsail Thànaig am beadradh dhuinn gu dòruinn Bhagair e mo léin’ a shròiceadh Chuir e falt mo chinn fo bhrògan Thug e sgian bheag às a phòcaid Cha b’e siod a gheall thu Dhòmhnaill Ach réiteach agus banais ‘s pòsadh. An anonymous worksong from Scotland, this is a vivid example
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Nach Till Thu Dhòmhnaill? Chorus: Ò a iù will you not return One day as I rambled the moor. Whom did I happen upon but Donald. We began to flirt playfully. Our flirting came to grief. He threatened to tear my shift to He trampled the hair of my head under He took a small knife from his pocket. That wasn’t what you promised me But instead a betrothal, marriage An anonymous worksong from Scotland, this is a
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