Latha math! I merely translated the song and arranged the visuals. All credit goes to Griogair Labhruidh for performing the song and Bear McCreary for arranging the music. Feel free to use it, though be wary that the music is copyrighted and it may affect your video’s monetisation.

@@balladsofhistory Will do! Tapadh leibh a-rithist!

OK, President Napoleon…

Me 😅

Me too 😂😅

Trugarez 🙂

@@roberthudson3386 Diolch yn fawr iawn am eich neges. Breudeur int Cymru ha Breiz ha hen glad hon tadou eo ive enez Prydein.( Brodyr yw Llydawiaid a chymry ac ynys Prydein hefid yw hen wlad ein tadau )

@@ronandepoulpiquet Mae dy Gymraeg di llawer well na fy Lydaweg, mae hynny'n sicr! Diolch :)

@@roberthudson3386 diolch

“Fields of Prestonpans, 1745” Coloured lithograph by Adolphe Mouilleron and Sir William Allan, printed in London, 1852.

​​@@balladsofhistoryPlease read the comments i left you under the comment where i link the song oran do loch iall.

I have, it’s a nice suggestion, hopefully I’ll get around to it (slightly burnt out at the moment)

@@balladsofhistory I am not trying to pressure you i just wanted you to be aware of the lyrics. Just so that they would serve you in case you wanted to do a English translation of it. Since if i myself didn't had the help of a Gaelic speaker i would have been unable to translate it since Capercaillie hasn't posted the lyrics to their new album on ther website and the only avalaible lyrics of the song online only contain 4 verses of 5 verses plus the repeated first verse of the new version. There is also the full original eleven verses avalaible online, but they aren't arranged in same order has sung in capercaillie version.

That’s definitely him!

@balladsofhistory a gaelic speaker was able to identify that this orchestra version has new verses and with help from a old Gaelic Jacobite song book he was able to identify the lyrics that were "added" in fact not added, but they were originally part of the song, but in their old version of Oran do Loch Iall Capercaille only sung 4 of the original 11 verses of the song. In this new Orchestra version they sing 5 of the original 11 verses so i am going to leave you the lyrics in Gaelic and translation here to help you with the translation.

1 verse Here’s health to my hero Tis right full to fill it And to keep it in practice As truly a fashion; Every man who dislikes it I shall leave him a-thirsting To drink it were pleasant In wine or in brandy So pleasant, so pleasant. 2 verse Young Donald from Lochaber Thy health may I see drunk around me, The youth faithful, commanding And in danger unflinching; Little wonder that pride shines So high in thy visage While so much blood royal Does run by thy shoulders So much blood, so much blood. 3 verse It was shown at Gladsmuir Thou excelledst in valour Thy spirit tookst from thy grandsire Who of hosts was commander; And my hope’s in the Trinity If this thing came to triumph I’ll see thee win a Dukedom When that crown has been gained As a duke, as a duke. 4 verse Nor did that coward rabble Take to fleeing in safety For many a red-coat Lay on the field headless And arms from their shoulders And crowns off were stricken By the keen, mighty heroes Haughty, and fearless By the strength of men, By the strength of men. 5 verse Woe betide him who would thwart them Aflame for the battle, With my loved one a-leading, A champion in the fighting; Whene'er thy banner was raisèd By the fine fearless heroes, Their strong arms a-striking Would leave Englishmen lifeless. Their strong arms, their strong arms, Their strong arms, Their strong arms. Repeat verse 1 Here’s health to my hero Tis right full to fill it And to keep it in practice As truly a fashion; Every man who dislikes it I shall leave him a-thirsting To drink it were pleasant In wine or in brandy So pleasant, so pleasant. Songs ends.

Gaelic lyrics 1 verse O deoch-slainte mo ghaisgich, ‘S coir a faicinn ‘ga lionadh, Us a cumail an cleachdadh Mar fasan da rireadh; H-uile fear leis nach ait i F’agam esan an iotadh; Bhith ‘ga h-ol gur h-e b’annsa Ma’s branndaidh no fion i gur e b’annsa, gur e b’annsa. 2 verse ‘S a Dhomhnuill oig Abraich, Do shlainte gum faic mi mun’n cuairt i; An t-og firinneach smachdail Nach robh tais an am cruadail; ‘S beag iongnadh an t-ardan Bhith gu h-ard ann ad ghruaidhean, ‘S a liuthad fuil rioghail Tha sioladh mu d’ghuillibh. ‘s a liuthad fuil, ‘s a liuthad fuil 3 verse ’S dearbhadh air sin Sliabh a’ Chlamhain Gun d’fhuair sibh barrachd an cruadal, Thug thu an duthchas o d’sheanair, B’ard-cheannard air sluagh e; Tha mo dhuil anns an Trianaid, Ma’s ni thig gu buaidh e, Gum faic mi thu ad Dhiuca An deidh an crun ud a bhuannachd. ‘is ‘nad Dhiuc’, ‘is ‘nad Dhiuc’ 4 verse Cha b’e siubhal na slainte Bh’aig a’ ghraisg us a’teicheadh, ‘S iomadh cota ruadh maduir Bh’anns an araich gun leithcheann, Agus slinnein o’n ghualainn Agus cnuac chaidh a leagail Le luths nam fear laidir Ghabh an t-ardan gun eagal. le luths nam fear, le luths nam fear le luths nam fear, le luths nam fear 5 verse 'S mairg a tharladh riu crasgach An am tachairt ri namhaid, 'S mo ghaol-sa air an taiseach, Craobh-chasgairt a' bhlair thu; 'N uair a thogte do bhratach Le fir ghasda neo-sgathach, 'S ann le luths ur gairdein Bhiodh luchd Beurla anns an araich. Anns an araich, anns an araich Anns an araich, anns an araich... Repeat verse 1 O deoch-slainte mo ghaisgich, ‘S coir a faicinn ‘ga lionadh, Us a cumail an cleachdadh Mar fasan da rireadh; H-uile fear leis nach ait i F’agam esan an iotadh; Bhith ‘ga h-ol gur h-e b’annsa Ma’s branndaidh no fion i gur e b’annsa, gur e b’annsa.

The name of the book is Duain Ghàidhealach mu Bhiadhna Theàrlaich-Highland songs of the forty five.