Beloved Gregor 가사

'S iomadh oihche fhliuch is thioram Side nan seachd sian Gheibheadh Griogal dhomh-sa creagan Ris an gabhainn dion Eudail mhòir a shluaigh an Domhain Dhòirt iad d'fhuil an dè, 'S chuir iad do cheann air stob daraich, Tacan beag bho d'chrè Obhan obhan obhan iri Obhan iri o Obhan obhan obhan iri 'S mor mo mhulad 's mor B' annsa bhi le Griogal cridhe, Teàrnadh chruidh le gleann, Na le Baran Mòr na Dalach, Sioda geal mu m' cheann. Obhan obhan obhan iri Obhan iri o Obhan obhan obhan iri 'S mor mo mhulad 's mor Nuair bhios mnathan òg a' bhaile Nochd 'nan cadal sèimh, 'S ann bhios mise air bruaich do lice, Bualadh mo dhà làimh. Obhan obhan obhan iri Obhan iri o Obhan obhan obhan iri 'S mor mo mhulad 's mor --oOo-- Many a night both wet and dry Weather of the seven elements Gregor would find for me a rocky shelter Where I would take refuge. Great darling from the "Domhainn" folk They let your blood yesterday And they put your head on an oaken stake Near where your body lay. Obhan, Obhan, Obhan iri Obhan iri O! Obhan Obhan Obhan iri, Great is my sorrow, great. I would be glad to be with dear Gregor Guarding cattle in the glen Instead of with the big Baron "Dalach" White silk around my head. Obhan, Obhan, Obhan iri Obhan iri O! Obhan Obhan Obhan iri, Great is my sorrow, great. While the young wives of the town Serenely sleep tonight I will be at the edge of your gravestone Beating my two hands. Obhan, Obhan, Obhan iri Obhan iri O! Obhan Obhan Obhan iri, Great is my sorrow, great.