Calum Zachary [Calum Sgaire] lived in the middle of the 19th century at Bosta (see image above), in the island of Great Bernera, off the west coast of Lewis. He fell in love with Margaret MacLeod from Breaclete, but her family wanted her to marry an older but wealthier man. The couple decided to elope, but missed each other in the night. Disappointed and convinced the other had reneged, Calum sailed for Quebec the next day on an emigrant ship from Tolsta Chaolais, never to return. Margaret married the older man, but even tried to drown herself whilst the rest of the village were still celebrating the wedding. She died within a year of a broken heart. If you click on the link above, you'll hear a recording by Gaelic folkgroup Gleusda, during a performance during the Royal National Mod in October 2005. The lyrics can be found below.
Sèist: | Chorus (after each verse): |
Air fail a ra u | Air fail a ra u |
Fail eile 's a ra u | Fail eile 's a ra u |
Fail eile 's a ra u | Fail eile 's a ra u |
Hogaidh o 's na ho i | Hogaidh o 's na ho i |
Och a Rìgh gur trom m' osna | Oh Lord, I've a heavy, sighing heart |
'S fhada ò mo luaidh anochd mi | My love is far away from me tonight |
Mise tuath air Ceann Lochlainn | I'm away in the north at the Cape of Norway |
'S ise aig Loch an Fhir Mhaoil | While she's at Loch an Fhir Mhaoil |
Dh' fhalbh i, ghlais i leinn dhaichaidh | It set sail for home with us |
Chuir i chuairt ud air Arcaibh | It sailed 'round Orkney |
Cruinn ùra 's siùil gheala | New masts and white sails on her |
Tìde mhara 's i leinn | She was running with the tide |
Ged is math a bhith seòladh | Though it is enjoyable to be sailing |
'S olc a tha i 'gam chòrdadh | I cannot say I'm enjoying it just now |
'S mòr gum b' fheàrr a bhith 'm Bòsta | I would rather be in Bosta |
Cur an eòrna 'san raon | Planting the corn in the field |
Ach nam bithinn-sa aig baile | If only I could be at home |
A shamhradh 's a dh' earrach | Both summer and spring |
'S mi nach leigeadh mo leannan | I would never allow another man |
Ri balach gun strìth | To have my love without a fight |
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