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An Ataireachd Ard

The High Surge of the Sea

An àtaireachd bhuan,

Cluinn fuaim na h-àtaireachd àrd,

Tha torunn a'chuain

Mar chualas leam-s' e nam phàisd

Gun mhuthadh gun truas

A' sluaisreadh gainneimh na tràgh'd

An àtaireachd bhuan,

Cluinn fuaim na h-àtaireachd àrd.

The ceaseless surge,

Listen to the surge of the sea,

The thunder of the ocean

As I heard it when I was a child,

Without change, without pity

Breaking on the sand of the beach

The ceaseless surge;

Listen to the high surge of the sea.

Ach siubhlaidh mi uat;

Cha ghluais mi tuilleadh 'nad dhàil;

Tha m'aois 'us mo shnuadh

Toirt luaidh air giorrad mo là,

An àm dhomb bhi suaint'

Am fuachd 's an cadal a'bhàis

Mo leabaidh dèan suas

Ri fuaim na h-àtaireachd àrd.

I shall move away;

I shall no longer stay beside you;

My age and my looks speak of

The shortness of my days.

But when I am wrapped

In the cold sleep of death

Make up my bed

By the sound of the high surge of the sea.

Poem in Scots Gaelic by Domhnull Iain Ruaidh (1857 - 1935) of Leodhais (Lewis). These are the two most commonly sung of many verses.

An Ataireachd Ard

Mareel, 03/25/03

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	An Ataireachd Ard	The High Surge of the Sea

	An àtaireachd bhuan, Cluinn fuaim na h-àtaireachd àrd, Tha torunn a'chuain Mar chualas leam-s' e nam phàisd Gun mhuthadh gun truas A' sluaisreadh gainneimh na tràgh'd An àtaireachd bhuan, Cluinn fuaim na h-àtaireachd àrd.	The ceaseless surge, Listen to the surge of the sea, The thunder of the ocean As I heard it when I was a child, Without change, without pity Breaking on the sand of the beach The ceaseless surge; Listen to the high surge of the sea.

	Ach siubhlaidh mi uat; Cha ghluais mi tuilleadh 'nad dhàil; Tha m'aois 'us mo shnuadh Toirt luaidh air giorrad mo là, An àm dhomb bhi suaint' Am fuachd 's an cadal a'bhàis Mo leabaidh dèan suas Ri fuaim na h-àtaireachd àrd.	I shall move away; I shall no longer stay beside you; My age and my looks speak of The shortness of my days. But when I am wrapped In the cold sleep of death Make up my bed By the sound of the high surge of the sea.

Poem in Scots Gaelic by Domhnull Iain Ruaidh (1857 - 1935) of Leodhais (Lewis). These are the two most commonly sung of many verses.