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:
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
A B
Deoch slàinte le fear an tùir
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
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Intro: E A B
E B
Òladh neo na òladh càch i
A B
Biodh i làn aig ceann a' bhùird
(Sèist:)
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
A B
Deoch slàinte le fear an tùir
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
E B
Chunnacas bàt' air an fhairge
A B
'S an làimh dhearg air an stiùir
(Sèist:)
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
A B
Deoch slàinte le fear an tùir
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
E B
Chunnaic mi dol seach' an caol i
A B
'S badan fraoich 's an t-slait shiùil
(Sèist:)
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
A B
Deoch slàinte le fear an tùir
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
E B
Fhir a chunnaic air an t-sàil i
A B
Beannaich an long bhàn 's a criùdh'
(Sèist:)
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
A B
Deoch slàinte le fear an tùir
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
E B
Beannaich a cruinn àrd 's a h-acfhuinn
A B
A cuid acraichean 's a siùil
(Sèist:)
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
A B
Deoch slàinte le fear an tùir
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
E B
Ged a tha mi 'n seo an Colla
A B
B' e mo thoil a dhol a Rùm
(Sèist:)
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
A B
Deoch slàinte le fear an tùir
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
E B
Agus as a sin a dh' Uibhist
A B
Nan d' fhuair mi mo ghuidhe leam
(Sèist:)
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
A B
Deoch slàinte le fear an tùir
A B E
Biodh an deoch seo 'n làimh mo rùin
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
