The Hill at the Market Stance

Gun dragh gun d'chuir e an t-eagal oirnn
Solus Cnoc na Feille
Hoginn oro horo illean horo eile
Bha feadhainn ann a chunnaic e
'S cach ag inns' nam briagan
Hoginn oro horo illean horo eile
Ach muinntir an da shealladh
Chitheadh iadsan co-dhiubh e
Hoginn oro horo illean horo eile
Tha lach is giadh is curracag
'Nan caraidean air a'mhachaire
Hoginn oro horo illean horo eile
Tha feannag air a crochadh suas
Ceangailt le ropa
Hoginn oro horo illean horo eile
Tha coineanach 'sa ghainmheach
Ne sheasamh, abair urchaire
Hoginn oro horo illean horo eile

Hoginn o, hoginn o, horo horo illean
Hoginn o, horo illean, hoginn o hoginn o

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It is without doubt that it frightened us
The light on the hill at the market stance
There were those who could see it
Others liked to believe they could
Those with the second sight
They had no difficulty

The duck, the goose and the lapwing
Are together sharing the machairlands
A dead crow hangs on the fence
Tied by a length of rope
A rabbit is sitting in the sand dunes
Presenting himself a perfect target