Rankin Family Endless Seasons Youth Whose Hair Is Golden Yellow (Youth Whose Hair Is Golden Yellow - The Braes of Margaree) hunt the fairies;
'The thing would be your cheek,
'When you would travel the mountains!
'When you worshiped the sticks
With the a narrow gun that would not be rejected,
It is your blue lead and your powder,
Steam would be sent throughout the valleys.
The hills and valleys were dark with us,
' They are the hills and valleys of Bray,
Often we were in sweet seas,
And the lovely society we preferred
There is no place today under 'n gre/in,
I'd rather he/in be tamachd
Na Braigh' na hAivne among the songs
From which I got the Gaelic tunes.
Young man with curly hair,
You have left a heavy burden on my mind; lost.
The darkest hills and valleys with us,
They are the hills and valleys of Bray,
We often had sweet seas,
' In the lovely society we preferred
That I would love the music of my/ir river,
And the glory of her beauty is gone;
While she moves down with a sound,
I will not hate the Braigh.
All the flowers on my cheek,
That I gave you a love that does not grow cold;
Told that you hated me,
But I don't believe their words. >The thing would be your cheek,
'When you would travel the mountains!
Youths of your hair,
Your clan hunts the most;
The thing would be in your cheek,
When you would travel the mountain!
Youth whose hair is golden yellow
You will bag the deer when hunting
On your cheeks the color's rising
When you tramp across the hills
When you climb up to the tall crags
With your slender trusty weapon
Then your blue lead and gun powder
Scatter smoke among the glens
The hills and dales most beautiful to us
are the hills and dales of the Braes (Margaree),
where we often sang
sweet melodies in the friendly company we liked best.
There is no place today, under the sun,
where I would prefer to live
in the Braes of the river
amongst the heroes who were wont< br/>to sing Gaelic songs.
Sweet to me is the music of the great river
as it meanders amidst the glory of its beauty;
as long as it continues to course to the sea
I will never hate the Braes.
It is showing in my cheeks now
That my truest love I gave you
They are saying that you hate me
But I don't believe their talk.

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