bha d phiuthar ann s lad a coiseachd sios an t srid o an t uisge is a ghaoth phut an t bu shine an t eile dhan an t sruth sior chaoineadh an t uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe there were two sisters came walking down the street oh the wind and rain older one pushed the younger one in crying oh the dreadful wind and rain oir thug seonaidh dhan t b ige finne lainn ir o an t uisge is a ghaoth cha d fhuair an t eile aon sian dhe chuid sior chaoineadh an t uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe so she pushed her into the river to drown oh the wind and rain watched her as she floated down crying oh the dreadful wind and rain flodradh gus an d rnaig i linne mhr a chasg o an t uisge is a ghaoth athair o ahtair seall an eala air an t snmh sior chaoineadh an t uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe then out of the woods came a fiddler fair oh the wind and rain he plucked thirty strands of her long yellow hair crying oh the dreadful wind and rain is rinn e bogha grinn dhen gaoisnean bn oh the wind and rain then he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair sior chaoineadh an t uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe agus rinn e cnagan fidhle dhe a corragan caola oh the wind and rain and he made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones sior chaoineadh an t uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe and he made a little fiddle of her own breast bone o an t uisge is a ghaoth which sound would melt a heart of stone sior chaoineadh an t uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe is an aona phort a thigeadh a mach s an fhidheall o an t uisge is a ghaoth only tune that the fiddle would play was oh the dreadful wind and rain sior chaoineadh an t uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe