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So I didn't get the chords SOLELY by myself, I relied mainly on RiffStation to check the chords, but they use traditional Celtic instruments that are tuned differently from a guitar, so It was pretty necessary. The chorus goes after every verse. SÈIST/CHORUS:
Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n l?B?imh mo Erùin Deoch slàAinte le fear anB tùir A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Intro: E A B
EÒladh neo na Bòladh càch i Biodh i Alàn aig ceann a' Bbhùird
(Sèist:)
Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n l?B?imh mo Erùin Deoch slàAinte le fear anB tùir Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n Blàimh mo Erùin
EChunnacas bàt' aBir an fhairge 'S an lAàimh dhearg air an Bstiùir
(Sèist:)
Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n l?B?imh mo Erùin Deoch slàAinte le fear anB tùir Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n Blàimh mo Erùin
EChunnaic mi dol seBach' an caol i 'S badaAn fraoich 's an t-slaBit shiùil
(Sèist:)
Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n l?B?imh mo Erùin Deoch slàAinte le fear anB tùir Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n Blàimh mo Erùin
EFhir a chunnaic air Ban t-sàil i BeannaichA an long bhàn 's aB criùdh'
(Sèist:)
Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n l?B?imh mo Erùin Deoch slàAinte le fear anB tùir Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n Blàimh mo Erùin
BEeannaich a cruinn àrBd 's a h-acfhuinn A cuid acrAaichean 's a siBùil
(Sèist:)
Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n l?B?imh mo Erùin Deoch slàAinte le fear anB tùir Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n Blàimh mo Erùin
EGed a tha mi 'n seo anB Colla B' eA mo thoil a dhol a BRùm
(Sèist:)
Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n l?B?imh mo Erùin Deoch slàAinte le fear anB tùir Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n Blàimh mo Erùin
EAgus as a sin a dh' BUibhist Nan d' fAhuair mi mo ghuidheB leam
(Sèist:)
Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n l?B?imh mo Erùin Deoch slàAinte le fear anB tùir Biodh an dAeoch seo 'n Blàimh mo Erùin
English Translation: Whether he or the others were drinking There would still be plenty on the table Chorus (after each verse): The drink would be in my love's hand Here's a health to the chief The drink would be in my love's hand A boat was seen on the waves And the red hand at the helm I saw it passing through the straits With a clump of heather on the sail-yard You who saw her out at sea Bless the fair ship and her crew Bless her high masts and her equipment Her moorings and her sails Though I am here in Coll I long to go to Rhum And from there to Uist Were I to get my wish