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- (Posted 2015-03-25) CPDL #34882:
(Finale 2004)
- Editor: Willem Verkaik (submitted 2015-03-25). Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 339 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Siubhail a Gradh
Composer: Willem Verkaik
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: Scottish Gaelic
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1990
Description:
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Original text and translations
Scottish Gaelic and 
English text
R.:
Siubhail a gradh,
Ni leigheas le faghail acht leigheas an bhais,
O d'fhag tu mise is bocht mo chas,
Is go dteidhidh tu a mhuir nin slan*.
I wish I were on yon green hill,
'tIs there I'd sit and cry my fill,
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill.
My darling and my life I love you so.
R.
I'll sell my rack, I'll sell my reel,
I'll sell my only spinning wheel,
To buy my love a sword of steel,
My darling and my life I love you so.
R.
But now my love has gone to France,
To try his fortune to advance,
If he come back, 'tis but a chance,
My darling and my life I love you so.
R.
(*) Go, go , go oh love, no cure can be obtained but the cure of death,
O you left me and my leg is sore, and you will come back unblemished, my lover.