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Claire In Heaven

I was no more than three days old. too young to speak too young to count my toes. I think of fields where I might run. this moral twilight I've been plucked from.

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Chisholm Lament (translation)

O 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.

An Ataireachd Ard

An ataireachd bhuan, cluinn fuaim na h-ataireachd ard. Tha torann a chuain mar chualas leamsa 'nam phaisd,. Gun mhuthadh gun truas, a' sluaisreadh gainneamh na tragh's.

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Am Buchaille

Here is the song "Am buchaille ban" which Capercaillie do a lovely. version of on their Crosswinds album. I was sent these words by John. Angus Macleod of Gaidhlig Aig Deas, who got them from someone at An Comunn.

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Alasdair Mhic Colla (translation)

Alasdair, son of exile Cholla. In your hand I would entrust deeds.. Chant.... The lord of Ach-nam-breac would be killed. by you. Chant.... He would be buried at the edge of the loch.

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Alasdair Mhic Colla

Alasdair Mhic oho. Cholla ghasda oho. As do laimh-s' gun oho. Earbhainn tapaidh trom eile. (refrain). Chall eile bho chall a ho ro. Chall eile bho chall a ho ro.

What Doesn't Kill You

just another way to justify. i don't understand how we reach our conclusions. just another way to justify. that's not the way to make it. . we sat and talked all day.

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Aignish (translation)

When day is over and life is done. Mine eyes have closed and my strength has gone,. O westwards take me and quietly lay me. In Aignish graveyard beside the sea..

Unite To Progress

There's no room for sides, divided is all we'll be. Yeah we've made mistakes but mistakes we have learnt from. Just cos it's in a song, don't mean it can't be wrong.

Aignish

An ciaradh m'fheasgair 's mo bheath' air claoidh. Mo rosg air dunadh 's a' bhas gun chli.. Stiuir curs' an lar leam gu Eilean ciatach. Gu Aignish sgiamhach far an d'araich mi..

Time For Change

I used to think the way u looked determined how u feel,. But can't u see I've tried to change. I'm not so sure of how i feel but now I know that I'm for real,.

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The Neverlution

You claim to be freed. To see the need for a change. So isn't it strange. That you're just the same. It's lame, you cannot explain. Half of the things that you claim are the answer.