Lyrics - Transl Of Siol Ghoraidh (the Geneology Of Goraidh) by Runrig

Eighteen teams of horses
On the field of
Aird a
Mhorrainthe young men were ploughing
On the day the
Sleat people came
Black was the colour of the blood
That flowed like a flood to the land
The arrow, the long sword
Through the generosity of the
Udal people
Generation to generation
From one name to another
My time is now
To walk this corner of
Uist
The geneology of
Goraidh
The sons of
Ruairi
The sons of
Ranald
The children of
Donald
The children of my own family

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