© 2011 Kathleen MacInnes
Gur milis Mòrag
Gur laghach Mòrag
Gur milis Mòrag
Nighean Eoghainn Òig
'S i Mòr an àilleachd
'S i laogh a màthair
'S e bhi 'ga tàladh
Mo rogha ceòil
Gur mi bhiodh uallach
Air ruigh nan gruagach
Ach Tormod Ruadh
A bhith fuar fo 'n fhòid
Mo mhile marbhaisg
Air an Fhrangach
Nuair leig e nall thu
Chuir anntlachd oirnn
§§§
Morag is sweet
Morag is nice
Morag is sweet
Young Eoghann's daughter
Mòr is the beautiful one
She is her mother's darling
It is lulling her
that is my choice of music
I would be so happy
at the shieling of the maidens
If only Red-haired Norman
was cold under the turf
My thousand death-shrouds
On the Frenchman
When he let you come back
to upset us
