Lyrics Karen Matheson - Puirt A Beul

I bhé а dа, щ а iodailean;
I bhé а dа, adail iodail щ-an.

Ciamar a ruidhleas mo nighean
‘S dithis аs a’rathad oirre?
Ciamar a ruidhleas mo nighean,
‘S ceathrair air an щrlar.

‘S ioma rud a chunna mi,
‘S ioma rud a rinn mi;
‘S ioma rud a chunna mise
A-muigh air feadh na h-oidhche.

Chunna mi na cudaigean,
Na cudaigean, na cudaigean;
Chunna mi na cudaigean
A’cluich air allt na muilleadh.

Chunna mi na piseagan,
Na piseagan, na piseagan;
Chunna mi na piseagan,
Air spiris bean an t-saighdeir.

How can my girl dance
when two people are in her way.

How can my girl dance,
and four people on the floor.

Many a thing I saw,
Many a thing I did,
Many a thing I saw,
Out during the night.

I saw the cuddies,
Playing on the mill pond.

I saw the kittens
On the soldier’s wife’s roost.