Bha dà phiuthar ann 's iad a' coiseachd sìos an t-sràid
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O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
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Phut an tè bu shine an tè eile dhan an t-sruth
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Sìor chaoineadh, an t-uisge, is gaoir na gaoithe.
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There were two sisters came walking down the street
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Oh the wind and rain
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Older one pushed the younger one in
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Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
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Oir thug Seonaidh dhan tè b' òige fàinne àlainn òir
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O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
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Cha d' fhuair an tè eile aon sian dhe chuid
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Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe
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So she pushed her into the river to drown
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Oh the wind and rain
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Watched her as she floated down
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Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
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Flodradh gus an d’ràinig i linne mhòr a' chasg
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O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
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Athair, o athair, seall an eala air an t-snàmh
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Sìor chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe
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Then out of the woods came a fiddler fair
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Oh the wind and rain
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He plucked 30 strands of her long yellow hair
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Cried oh the dreadful wind and rain
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Is rinn e bogha grinn dhen gaoisnear bàn
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Oh the wind and rain
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Then he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair
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Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe
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Agus rinn e cnagan-fidhle dhe a corragan caola
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Oh the wind and rain
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And made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
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Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe
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And he made a little fiddle of her own breast bone
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O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
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Which sound would melt a heart of stone
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Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na gaoithe
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Is an aona phort a thigeadh a-mach às an fhidheall
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O an t-uisge is a' ghaoth
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The only tune that the fiddle would play
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Was oh the dreadful wind and rain
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There were two sisters came walking down the street
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Oh the wind and rain
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Older one pushed the younger one in
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Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
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'Cos Johnny gave the youngest one a gay, gold ring
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Oh the wind and rain
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Didn’t give the other one anything
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Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
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So she pushed her into the river to drown
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Oh the wind and rain
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Watched her as she floated down
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Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
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She floated till she came to the miller’s pond
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Oh the wind and rain
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Cried Father, oh Father there swims a swan
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Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
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Thern out of the woods came a fiddler fair
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Oh the wind and rain
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He plucked 30 strands of her long yellow hair
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Cried oh the dreadful wind and rain
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Then he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair
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Oh the wind and rain
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Made a fiddle bow of her long, yellow hair
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Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
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And he made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
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Oh the wind and rain
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And made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
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Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
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And he made a little fiddle of her own breast bone
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Oh the wind and rain
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Which sound would melt a heart of stone
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Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain
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And the only tune that the fiddle would play
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Was oh the wind and rain
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The only tune that the fiddle would play
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Was oh the dreadful wind and rain |