| A Mhairead òg, ‘s tu rinn mo leon | Young Margaret, you are the cause of my grief |
| Gur cailean bhòidheach lurach thu | A bonny, lovely girl you are |
| Gur guirme do sùil a’ mhadainn chiùin | Your eyes are bluer in the calm morning |
| An dearc air chùl nan duilleagan | Than the blueberry amongst the leaves |
| Gur gil‘ thu ghràidh na ‘n sneachda bàn | You’re more radiant, my love, than the white snow |
| A’ cur air àird nam monaidhean | That falls on the moorland |
| Och __ mo nighean donn | och my dark-haired lassie! |
| ___ | AULD MUNRO is descended from a long line of Scottish recusants on one side and fanatical Free Church Calvinists on the other. As a little boy I found the’ Mass soothing and the Calvinists frankly scary. |
Spirit of Cecilia 