Bonaparte Lyrics - Capercaillie

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O gu sunndach mi air m' astar
Falbh gu siubhlach le bheag airtneul
Do a chomhrag ri bonaparte
's e bha bagairt air righ deors'.
Illean chridheil bitheamaid sunndach
Seasaibh onoir ur duthcha
Fhad's a mhaireas luaidh is fudar
De rud chuireadh curam oirnn?
Chan eil gealtachd nan gnuis-san
Cha toir iad grunnd do luchd a' bhosd.

Luchd nan osan gearr 's nam feileadh
Cota sgarlaid orr' mar eideadh;
Gum bu ghasd' iad an am eirigh -
's iad nach geilleadh an deidh an leon.

Ann am bruxelles a chaidh innse
Gun robh frangaich tigh'nn nam miltean:
's cha bhreug huam gur h-i an fhirinn
's iomadh fear bhios sint' gun deo.

Nam biodh againn mar bu dual dhuinn
Lann chinn-ilich air ar gualainn
Sgoilteamaid an cinn gun cluasan
Gam bualadh le smuais nan dorn.

Bonaparte

I'm happy on my journey
Travelling swiftly without flagging
Heading off to do battle with bonaparte
He it was who threatened king george.

Brave lads let's be merry
Stand for the honour of your country
As long as lead and powder last
What could worry us?
Cowardice is not in their countenance
They will never give ground to the boasters.

Men of the short hose and the kilts
With their uniforms of scarlet coats;
Splendid they were in attack -
They would never yield though wounded.

In brussels it was told
That the french were coming in their thousands:
I tell no lie but the truth
Any a man will be stretched out without breath of life.

If we only had as was hereditary to us
The great broadsword with islay-wrought hilt on our shoulders
We'd split their heads to their ears
Pounding them with the smashing of our fists.

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