Sin Shaun Mo Bhràthair
Shannon MacLean
Falt ruadh, cho goirid ri feur,
Sin Shaun mo bhràthair, tha
Gam shàrrachadh daonnan, tighinn nam rùm,
Sin Shaun mo bhràthair, uaireannan glic.
Caol ri peann, àird ri each,
Sin Shaun mo bhràthair, Bebo’s Poker na cheann;
Goid e na bhriosgaidean, gun fhios aig duine,
Sin Shaun mo bhràthair, tha d’fhiacal cho milis!
Leisg sa mhadainn, ’s beag air obair,
Sin Shaun mo bhràthair, airson bhith na phlumair;
Rinn e deuchainnean, gun obair a’dhèanamh,
Sin Shaun mo bhràthair, nach stad thu a’gearain?
Còir nuair a tha e ag iarraidh a bhith,
Sin Shaun mo bhràthair, math air ealainn;
A’coimhead as mo dhèidh, nuair tha mi tinn,
Sin Shaun mo bhràthair, tha gaol agam air.
Red-haired, cropped like grass,
That’s my brother Shaun, now sixteen;
Always hassling me, coming into my room,
That’s my brother Shaun, sometimes he’s smart.
Skinny as a pen, as tall as a horse,
That’s my brother Shaun, his head full of Bebo and Poker;
He nicked the biscuits without anyone knowing,
That’s my brother Shaun, you have such a sweet tooth!
Lazy in the morning, doesn’t much like work,
That’s my brother Shaun, wants to be a plumber;
He passed his exams without even studying,
That’s Shaun my brother, won’t you stop complaining?
Nice when he wants to be,
That’s Shaun my brother, good at art;
Takes care of me when I’m feeling sick,
That’s Shaun my brother, I love him.