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Текст песни Sleep Softly, my Darling Beloved (translation)

We are now in America
In the shade of the never-ending forest
When winter departs and warmth returns
Nut, apples and sugar will grow.

Bear my farewell and greeting the Kintail and its cattle,
Where I spent my time of upbringing when I was a young child
There dark haired lads would dance heel and toe to the music
And lassies with flowing tresses and cheeks like the rose.