I learnt this song from Christine Primrose in the Gaelic Song class at Sabhal Mòr Ostaig on the Isle of Skye in 2008.
A phiùthrag 's a phiuthar, hu ru
Ghaoil a phiuthar, hu ru
Nach truagh leat fhèin, ho ho ill eo
Nochd mo chumha, hu ru
Nach truagh leat fhèin, hu ru
Nochd mo chumha, hu ru
Mi'm bothan beag, ho ho ill eo
ìseal cumhag, hu ru
Mi'm bothan beag, hu ru
ìseal cumhag, hu ru
Gun sgrath dhìon, ho ho ill eo
Gun lùb tughaidh, hu ru
Gun sgrath dhìon air, hu ru
Gun lùb tughaidh hu ru, hu ru
Ach uisge nam beann, ho ho ill eo
Sìos 'na shruth leis, hu ru
Ach uisge nam beann, hu ru
Sìos 'na shruth leis, hu ru
Hèabhal mhòr, ho ho ill eo
Nan each dhriumfhionn, hu ru
Little sister, sister
Beloved sister
Do you not pity
My grief tonight
Do you not pity
My grief tonight
In a little hut I am
Low and narrow
In a little hut I am
Low and narrow
With no protection
and no thatching
With no protection
and no thatching
But the rain from the hills
streaming into it
But the rain from the hills
Streaming into it
Mighty Heaval
with the white-maned horses
Another recording of this song:
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Another version of this song
http://www.celticlyricscorner.net/maggiemacinnes/aphiuthrag.htm
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