Capercaillie - Bonaparte with lyrics in description

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Lyrics:
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'
Chorus (after each verse):
Illean chridheil, bitheamaid sunndach
Seasaibh onoir ur duthcha
Fhad' s a mhaireas luaidh is fudar
De rud chuireadh curam oirnn?
Chan eil faillinn ann ra chunntas
Anns na h-armainn nach diultadh
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
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'
English Translation:
I'm happy on my journey
Travelling swiftly without flagging
Heading off to do battle with Bonaparte
He it was who threatened King George
Chorus (after each verse):
Brave lads, let's be merry
Stand for the honor of your country
As long as lead and powder last
What could worry us?
There is no weakness to be described
In the young heroes who would never retreat
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
I'm happy on my journey
Travelling swiftly without flagging
Heading off to do battle with Bonaparte
He it was who threatened King George

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Not sure why KZbin only gives us the remixed, softer version. If you can, check out the more bare-bones original on their album SECRET PEOPLE. More primal and much more exciting.

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a bheil fios aig duine ma tha version eile dhan òran? tapadh leibh!