Ùrachadh mu Dheireadh 08/11/2017
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TIOTAL
O mhuir gu muir (12 de 19)
EXTERNAL ID
HC_STS_FROMSEATOSEA_12
DEIT
2001
LINN
2000an
CRUTHADAIR
Bob Pegg
NEACH-FIOSRACHAIDH
Comhairle na Gàidhealtachd
AITHNEACHADH MAOINE
2412
KEYWORDS
slighean-uisge
slighe-uisge
òrain
poidseadh
poidsearan
<br /> claistinneach

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Tha an earrann a leanas a' tighinn o 'From sea to sea', lèirmheas chlaistinneach air eachdraidh, daoine, tìr agus cultar Slighe-uisge a' Ghlinne Mhòir. Chaidh am pròiseact seo a chruthachadh ann an 2001 le Bob Pegg, maoinichte le Comhairle na Gàidhealtachd tron phrògram 'Slighean-uisge beò' aig 'Slighean-uisge Bhreatainn'.

Òran a rinneadh le Donnchadh Dòmhnallach mar chuimhneachan maireannach air ealain sheòlta a' phoidseir air a' bheinn an Àird Mhachaidh, os cionn Loch Obhaich.

'I wish I were where Breineag runs
Through wooded glens and grassy duns
I wish I were where Breineag runs
At the back of Ardachy

Where my mate and I in wind and rain
Would climb the hill to the top of Glen Brein
And many's the hind that we did trail
From the back of Ardachy
Where we climbed the hill and the mountain steep
Stalking the deer and dodging the sheep
And many's the stag we put to sleep
At the back of Ardachy

I wish I were where Breineag runs
Through wooded glens and grassy duns
I wish I were where Breineag runs
At the back of Ardachy

Where we crossed the burns when white with foam
One slip and we're off to our last long home
And down the Breineag our corpse would roll
From the back of Ardachy
When we drank a dram of Ben Nevis dew
Till one stag looked like three or two
But we always pierced the right one through
At the back of Ardachy

I wish I were where Breineag runs
Through wooded glens and grassy duns
I wish I were where Breineag runs
At the back of Ardachy

Where we travelled the face on treacherous ice
One slip and we're over the precipice
And two merry widows would be weeping for us
At the back of Ardachy
The keepers were always on our trail
And the landlords often on our tail
But they never got us into jail
From the back of Ardachy

I wish I were where Breineag runs
Through wooded glens and grassy duns
I wish I were where Breineag runs
At the back of Ardachy

Good luck to all on pleasure bent
For you the hills and the deer are meant
The great Creator demands no rent
For the back of Ardachy
Now that I'm too old for the mountains steep
And stalking on to my last home sleep
I wish I could have it where we dodged the sheep
At the back of Ardachy

I wish I were where Breineag runs
Through wooded glens and grassy duns
I wish I were where Breineag runs At the back of Ardachy'

Airson stiùireadh mu bhith a’ cleachdadh ìomhaighean agus susbaint eile, faicibh duilleag ‘Na Cumhaichean air Fad.’
’S e companaidh cuibhrichte fo bharantas clàraichte ann an Alba Àir. SC407011 agus carthannas clàraichte Albannach Àir. SC042593 a th’ ann an High Life na Gàidhealtachd.
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O mhuir gu muir (12 de 19)

2000an

slighean-uisge; slighe-uisge; òrain; poidseadh; poidsearan; <br /> claistinneach

Comhairle na Gàidhealtachd

The Highland Council: From Sea to Sea

Tha an earrann a leanas a' tighinn o 'From sea to sea', lèirmheas chlaistinneach air eachdraidh, daoine, tìr agus cultar Slighe-uisge a' Ghlinne Mhòir. Chaidh am pròiseact seo a chruthachadh ann an 2001 le Bob Pegg, maoinichte le Comhairle na Gàidhealtachd tron phrògram 'Slighean-uisge beò' aig 'Slighean-uisge Bhreatainn'.<br /> <br /> Òran a rinneadh le Donnchadh Dòmhnallach mar chuimhneachan maireannach air ealain sheòlta a' phoidseir air a' bheinn an Àird Mhachaidh, os cionn Loch Obhaich.<br /> <br /> 'I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> Through wooded glens and grassy duns<br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> Where my mate and I in wind and rain<br /> Would climb the hill to the top of Glen Brein<br /> And many's the hind that we did trail <br /> From the back of Ardachy<br /> Where we climbed the hill and the mountain steep<br /> Stalking the deer and dodging the sheep<br /> And many's the stag we put to sleep<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> Through wooded glens and grassy duns<br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> Where we crossed the burns when white with foam<br /> One slip and we're off to our last long home<br /> And down the Breineag our corpse would roll<br /> From the back of Ardachy<br /> When we drank a dram of Ben Nevis dew<br /> Till one stag looked like three or two<br /> But we always pierced the right one through<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> Through wooded glens and grassy duns<br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> Where we travelled the face on treacherous ice<br /> One slip and we're over the precipice<br /> And two merry widows would be weeping for us<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> The keepers were always on our trail<br /> And the landlords often on our tail<br /> But they never got us into jail<br /> From the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> Through wooded glens and grassy duns<br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> Good luck to all on pleasure bent<br /> For you the hills and the deer are meant<br /> The great Creator demands no rent<br /> For the back of Ardachy<br /> Now that I'm too old for the mountains steep<br /> And stalking on to my last home sleep<br /> I wish I could have it where we dodged the sheep<br /> At the back of Ardachy<br /> <br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs<br /> Through wooded glens and grassy duns<br /> I wish I were where Breineag runs At the back of Ardachy'