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Alasdair Mhic Cholla Ghasta - Mull Gaelic Choir

"Alexander MacDonald (ca. 1610 - 1647), son of the great Coll, the left-handed MacDonald". A traditional song whose author is not known in a choral arrangement by Anna McDiarmid, as sung at The National Mòd, October 2024. English translation after the Gaelic words - see below. Chall eile hu ri o, chall o ho ro, Chall eile hu ri o, chall o ho ro, ’s hao i o ho hu ri o ho Alasdair mhic O ho, Cholla ghasta o ho Às do laimh-sa O ho, dh’earbainn tapadh, trom eile Sèist - Chall eil eilibh, chall o ho ro Chall eilibh hao, chall o ho ro Chall eile hu ri o, chall o ho ro ’s hao i o ho trom eile Mharbhadh Tighearn’ O ho, Ach nam Breac leat, O ho Thiodhlaiceadh e, O ho, an oir an lochain, trom eile Sèist … Ged ’s beag mi-fhìn, O ho, chuir mi ploc air, O ho Chuir siud gruaim air, O ho, Niall a’ Chaisteil, trom eile Sèist … ’S dh’ fhàg e leann-dubh, O ho, air a’ mhaca, O ho ’s bha Ni Lachlainn, O ho, fhèin ga basadh, trom eile Sèist … ’S bha Nic Dhòmhnaill, O ho, ’n dèidh a creachadh, O ho Cha b’ iongnadh sin, O ho, b’fhiach a mac e, trom eile Sèist … Drongair, pòitear, O ho, seòlt’ air marcachd, O ho Ceannard an airm, O ho, an tùs a’ bhatail, trom èile Sèist … Sheinneadh pìob leat, O ho, mhòr an cnocan, O ho Dh’òladh fìon leat, O ho, dearg am portaibh, trom èile Sèist … ---------------------------- Chall eile hu ri o, chall o ho ro, Chall eile hu ri o, chall o ho ro, ’s hao i o ho hu ri o ho Alasdair son of the great Coll From your hand I would expect success, trom eile Chorus (vocables) - Chall eil eilibh, chall o ho ro Chall eilibh hao, chall o ho ro Chall eile hu ri o, chall o ho ro ’s hao i o ho trom eile The Lord of Ach nam Breac was killed by you He was buried at the edge of the loch, trom eile Chorus … Though I am small, I threw a clod at him That made Neil of the castle very gloomy, trom eile Chorus … And it made his son very sad And Lachlan’s daughter was wringing her hands, trom eile Chorus … Donald’s daughter was completely devastated And it was no wonder, her son was worthy of it, trom eile Chorus … A drunkard, inebriate, a clever horseman A leader of armies, at the forefront of battle, trom èile Chorus … You would play the bagpipes on a hill You would drink red wine in harbours, trom èile Chorus …