[ Предположительная тональность: C#m ] 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 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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