Chaidh Tu PhÈigi air Chall
(You Got Lost Peggy)

Transcription

Gaelic

Chaidh tu Pheigi air chall
Chaidh thu air thurus na ghleann
Thogail a mach ris a'mhonadh
Tha gartan a'bhunaich mu d' cheann
Chaidh thu Pheigi air chall.

'S tha cuid de na h-ighinneagan gòrach
'S iomadach doigh iad ann
Nuair a chì iad fear bòidheach
'S math leo bhi 'n comhnaidh 'n a chainnt
'S daor a ni e shùil meala
Mun là 's gum bi 'n t-aithreachas ann
'S fheàrr a bhi dona na d'fhaicail
'S e cumail a'mach orra 's còr

Chaidh tu Pheigi air chall

Innsidh mi fasan nan nighean
Cho fada le is fhiosrach mi ann
Feumaidh iad currachdan liosach
Bonaid cho neat air an ceann
Cìr ged chosgadh i leth-chrun
Mu sheasas i fasan nan Gall
Seabhal ged chosgadh i ginidh
'S an gun cho measail 's a th'ann.

Chaidh tu Pheigi air Chall.

'S ged gheibheadh iad eud air a leasan
Cha tig iad an òigridh na taing
Feumaidh iad brògan teapach
Ie stòcain cho neat 's a bhios ann
Stéidhs cho làidir ri seasar
Gan cumail nan seasamh gun taing
'S cam-de-ral fo'n achlais
'Gabh a mach as mo rathad sibh a'chlann.'

Chaidh tu Pheigi air chall

'S innsidh mi fasan na mnathan
Cho fada 's as fhiosrach mi ann
Gheibh iad am botul 's e làn
'S an tì 's i blàth na dhèidh
Se seannachas bhios aca
'N geall mu dh'fhànas sibh rèidh
Nach laghach an nighinn a th'agam-sa
'N giùlan sin agad-sa reap.

Chaidh tu Pheigi air chall.

Fhuair mi sgeul mhòr bho'n phìobar,
'S dh'fhàg e m'ìnntinn trom
'Dol a dh'America 'm bliadhna,
Fuirich 'sa na iarr gu dol ann
Mas e mise do leannan gum b'àill leam
Bhi math riut 'san àm
Nam bi thu fhèin bidh sinn còmhladh,
'S fhad bhios sinn beò bidh sinn ann.

English

You have gone lost, Peggy
You went for a trip to the glen
Going up through the moor with a straw bonnet on your head
You have gone lost Peggy.

And some of the girls are foolish
In many ways they are
When they see a handsome man
They like to speak with him often
Dear is the price of his roving eye
The day of regrets will come
It's better to be bad than seen
They should be avoided.

You have gone lost, Peggy

I'll tell you about the fashions of the girls as far as I know it
They have to have frilly caps
Bonnets so neat on their heads
A comb, though it costs half-a-crown
If it's the fashion of the Lowlander
A shawl, though it costs a guinea
And the gown the best of all.

You have gone lost, Peggy

And though they are taught a lesson
The young think they know what's best
They need to have lacing shoes
And a stocking as neat as there is
Stays strong enough to stand up
Keeping them upright regardless
And a cam-de-ral (parasol) under their arm
'Get out of my way, children.'

You have gone lost, Peggy

I'll tell you about the fashions of the wives
As far as I know of it
They will get the bottle, while it's full,
And the tea warm after it
The talk they have
When they do not fall out,
'Isn't my girl a sweet little thing' and, 'that's a dirty brat of yours'.

You have gone lost, Peggy

I got a long story from the piper,
And it left me very sad
Going to America this year,
Stay and do not ask to go
If I am your loved one I would want to be with you then
Instead of you being alone we' d be together,
And as long as we live,
We will be there.

You have gone lost, Peggy
You went for a trip to the glen going up through the moor
With a straw bonnet on your head.
You have gone lost Peggy.

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