12
In Framboise, I was raised in
my youth
In the neighbourhood of the Clan
MacLeod.
Often we used to frolic and play
In the joyful days now long gone
by.
13
I cannot tell you the half
Of the beauty found in this land
I will end now, since I am weary,
So bless you, and good-night.
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12
Am Framboise fhuair mi m’arach og
Ann an nabachd Chlann ‘ icLeoid’
‘S tric bha sinn ri mir is spors,
An laithean solasach nach maireann.
13
Chan urrainn dhomhsa leth dhuibh
inns’
Na tha de mhaisealachd ‘s an tir;
Stadaidh mi bho’n tha mi sgith,
Beannachd leibh, is oidhche mhath
leibh.
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