“Exile’s Song” (Gaelic Version)

Tha mi sgìth ’n fhògar seo,

Tha mi sgìth dhen an t-strì,

Seo an tìm dhòrainneach.

Tha mi sgìth ’n fhògar seo.

Ged a tha mi fon choille

Chan eil coire ri chòmhdach orm.

Tha mi sgìth ’n fhògar seo.

Thoir mo shoraidh thar linne

Dh’ionnsaidh ’ghlinne ’m bu chòir dhomh bhi.

Tha mi sgìth ’n fhògar seo,

Tha mi sgìth dhen an t-strì,

Seo an tìm dhòrainneach.

Tha mi sgìth ’n fhògar seo.

Thoir mo shoraidh le dùrachd

Gu Sgurr Ùrain,’s math m’ eòlas ann.

Tha mi sgìth ’n fhògar seo.

’S a’ Bheinn Ghorm ‘am choinneamh

Leam bu shoilleir do neòineanan.

Tha mi sgìth ’n fhògar seo,

Tha mi sgìth dhen an t-strì,

Seo an tìm dhòrainneach.

Tha mi sgìth ’n fhògar seo.

Thoir mo shoraidh le coibhneas

Gu Tòrr Loighsich nan smèoraichean.

Tha mi sgìth ’n fhògar seo.

Suas is sìos tro Ghleann Seile

’S tric a leag mi ’n damh cròic-cheannach.

Tha mi sgìth ’n fhògar seo,

Tha mi sgìth dhen an t-strì,

Seo an tìm dhòrainneach.

Tha mi sgìth ’n fhògar seo.

“2014” Feat. Alan Cumming

Original Gaelic Lyrics by Griogair Labhruidh

Samhradh ceithir deug-bliadhna nam breug,san deachaidh

Alba a’ mhealladh le gealladh an fhealla-gnìomh;

Le cealg nach bu shealbhach a dhealbhachadh giamh-

Gar spìonadh bhon fhìrinn stoc agus freumh.

Am beachd mòr a dh’altruim thugashaltradh

Fo na casan aig Sasainn is luchd an airgeid fhèin-

Chuirte croisean geasan is seachd buaraichean sìthde siubhla

Seachran ort,‘s tu gun eachdraidh na Fèinn’.

Shin e! Mar a thuirt b’ fhìor a Chrìosdaidh!

B’ iad meadhanan an fhaoineis a chaochail an fhìrinn.

Breug air a craoladh-sgeul air a chlaonadh

Sheasadh an t-aonadh ‘s a shaodadh na caoraich.

They were tellin those crazy lies,

No surprise, promise was a fabrication-

So when your hearin them speak beware I do declare,

You gotta check the information;

If you believe in everythin you hear,

Feelin the fear-you gotta get an education-

Coz we were there when it was all revealed,

Signed and sealed they tricked another generation.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's contest! From Edinburgh, Scotland weighing in at 300 years of disenfranchised generations with a new chance for self-determination and a sustainable, peaceful, prosperous future-the 'Yes' campaign! From Westminster, England, weighing 167 billion pounds this year alone on nuclear weapons - austerity, class inequality, a plan to push Brexit against our will and many other goodies in store; the 'Better together' campaign. Take your pick!

Traicleis na bèiste, faiceallach ga èisteachd-

Dalladh air ar lèirsinnsan rèis ud a bha carach;

‘S a rìgh nach mòr an dèistinn a thàinig às an t-sèist ud,

Fonn a rinn ar trèigsinn ‘s a dh’atharraich ar barail.

An cochall-craicinn a bh’ ort ‘ille mhòir,

Ghabh thu maighstir ‘s gun thu faicinn an nì a chaidh à sealladh;

Turrach air tharrach le barrachd dhrabhais agus fealladh-

‘S olc an airidh mar dh’fhairich thu gairm Cuthaige gad mhealladh

Ha! Tùs agus deireadh an sgeòil-

Albainn air albann a' togail a ceann as a cheò;

Tro na neòil le faram a’ seinn le ceòl,

Gach deò togail sgleò le caithream a’ tighinn beò!

They were tellin those crazy lies,

No surprise, promise was a fabrication-

So when your hearin them speak beware I do declare,

You gotta check the information;

If you believe in everythin you hear,

Feelin the fear - you gotta get an education-

Coz we were there when it was all revealed,

Signed and sealed they tricked another generation.

“Exile’s Song” (English Version)

I am weary of this exile,

I am tired of the struggle.

This - the time of hardship,

I am weary of this exile.

Although condemned, I have done no wrong.

I am weary of this exile.

Send my greetings over the sea

To the glen of my heritage.

I am weary of this exile,

I am tired of the struggle.

This - the time of hardship,

I am weary of this exile.

Bear my greetings with a blessing

To Sgùrr Ùrain, I know it well.

I am weary of this exile.

The Green Mountain facing me,

I see your daisies clearly.

I am weary of this exile,

I am tired of the struggle.

This - the time of hardship,

I am weary of this exile.

Bear my greetings with kindness

To Tòrr Loighsich of the song-thrushes.

I am weary of this exile.

Up and down Glen Shiel –

There I hunted the antlered stag.

I am weary of this exile,

I am tired of the struggle.

This - the time of hardship,

I am weary of this exile.