Tha Mi Sgith [I Am Tired] [Italian translation]

Why should I sit and sigh,

Puin' bracken, Puin' bracken.

Why should I sit and sigh,

On the hillside dreary?

When I see the plover rising,

Or the curlew wheeling,

Then I trow my mortal lover,

Back to me is stealing.

Why should I sit and sigh,

Puin' bracken, Puin' bracken.

Why should I sit and sigh,

All alone and weary?

Why should I sit and sigh,

Puin' bracken, Puin' bracken.

Why should I sit and sigh,

All alone and weary?

Why should I sit and sigh,

Puin' bracken, Puin' bracken.

Why should I sit and sigh,

All alone and weary?

Ah! But there is something wanting.

Oh! But I am weary.

Come my blithe and bonny lad.

Come o'er the knolls to cheer me.

Why should I sit and sigh,

Puin' bracken, Puin' bracken.

Why should I sit and sigh,

Parted fae my dearie.