Capercaillie
Crosswinds
Farewell from me to Barry
Farewell from me to Barry
A beautiful island under the sun
Where I used to play
's with enthusiasm that runs in the field
How many plants grow from the dew
It shines after you
Would give you health and happiness
On a fragrant morning
When my desire comes
On the farm's evening in the autumn
When the sun bows
May the hide feed you
Far luscan b'aille fiomh
The alvinn's perfume box
Come off the top of the tree in the middle.
When I rise in the summer
To be there, my desire was great
Every fisherman is with a stick
Go to the place that casts the fish
When they called a simil slan to her
Set to go west.
'Barry is the poorest island
In so much that I washed
Where I often sang
Among the beautiful civin virgins
br/>And although I am black on my aimeol
An Australia is a tree
I will not forget Gaelic
It is written in the clerk of my age.
My blessings on Barra
My blessings on Barra
the most beautiful island under the sun
Where I often played
And happily herded the cattle
Plants abound beneath the dew
And the fine rain on the soil
On a May morning
Gives forth both good health and happiness.
I wished for nothing better
Than to walk through the maram grass
To the moors
As the sun sank low on a still autumn evening
When the fragrance of the most beautiful plants
Would invigorate me
As would the gentle sea breezes
Coming from the Atlantic.
In the summer
My only wish was to be there
As the fisherman in their boats
Went to lay the lines.
What a joy it was to watch< br/>The boatsunder full sail on
The crests of the white waves
As they headed on their westerly course.
Barra is the most beautiful island
The island of my heart's desire
When I often sang in the company
Of serene and beautiful young ladies
And although I'm alone today
In Australia of the trees
I'll never forget the Gaelic language
Which is engraved on my mind.

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