Grace And Pride - Capercaillie

Tobermory

Bheir mi sgriob do Thobar Mhoire

Far a bheil mo ghaol an comann.

E o hi urabho o hi u

E o hao ri ri

E o hao ri sna bho hu o

E o hi urabho o hi u.

Far a bheil mo ghaol an comann

Luchd nan leadan 's nan cul donna.

Luchd nan leadan 's nan cul donna,

Dh’oladh am fion dearg na thonnan.

E o hi urabho o hi u, etc.

Bheir mi sgriob dhan Lochaidh luachrach,

Far a bheil mo ghaol an t-uasal.

E o hi urabho o hi u, etc.

Far a bheil mo ghaol an t-uasal,

Gheibhinn cadal leat gun chluasag.

E o hi urabho o hi u, etc.

Gheibhinn cadal leat gun chluasag,

'S cul mo chinn am bac do ghuala.

E o hi urabho o hi u

E o hao ri ri

E o hao ri sna bho hu o

E o hi urabho o hi u.

Tobermory

I’ll journey to Tobermory

Where my love dwells.

E o hi urabho o hi u

E o hao ri ri

E o hao ri sna bho hu o

E o hi urabho o hi u.

Where my love dwells midst

Men with pretty locks of brown hair.

Men with pretty locks of brown hair,

Who would drink the red wine in waves.

E o hi urabho o hi u, etc.

I will journey to Lochy of the rushes,

Where my love the noble one is.

E o hi urabho o hi u, etc.

Where my love the noble one is,

I would sleep with you without benefit of pillow,

I would sleep with you without benefit of pillow,

With the back of my head cradled in the

hollow of your shoulder.

E o hi urabho o hi u

E o hao ri ri

E o hao ri ri

E o hi urabho o hi u.