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Capercaillie - Oh Mo Dhuthaich (englische Ubersetzung) Şarkı Sözleri
o my country are on my mind fresh, fragrant uist of the saplings, where the noble men are found who gave their hereditary allegiance to "mac ic ailein". land of seabed, land of barley land of abundance of every kind where the young lads will be singing songs and drinking beer they will come to us cunning and wily in order to entice us from our homes they will praise manitoba to us a cold country with no coal and no peat! i don´t need to say that when we reach it we´ll see it a short summer and a peaceful autumn a long winter of bad weather. if i had riches a change of clothes and a pair of shoes and my prayer in my pocket it is to uist that i would be sailing. |
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