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29-CUIR A CHION DILIS-FAIRE8T AND DEAREST
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K\ Cuir, a chion di - lis, | di
Sweetest and dear • est, fair
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lis, di - lis, I Cuir, a chiou di - lis, 1 tharam do làmh ;
est, dear • est, Take me, my dar - ling, now in tliine arms ;
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Thy red lips are smiling, thy blue eyes beguil - iiig; Wouldthat Ine'ei- had gazed on thy charms.
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Thy beauty and brightness and lightness in go - i
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Under the bon - nie brow
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l Einn I dealradh do mhaise 'us 1 lasadh do ghruaidheanl Mise ghrad-bhualadh | thairis gu làr.
Thy lips red and luscious, and blushes bright glowing, Smote me with love and sweetest despair.
Do dhearc-shuilean glana, fo mhala gun
ghruaimean,
'S daingean a bhuail I'ad mise le d' ghràdh.
Do ròs-bhìlean tana, seimh, farasda suairce,
Cladhaiohear m' uaigh mur glac thu mo lamh.
Their fuasgladh air m' anam, o'n cheangal is
ci'uaidhe ;
Cuimhnich air t'uaisle, 's cobhair mo chàs;
Na biddbams'a'm thràiU dhiiitgu briitli o an uairso;
Aeh tiomaich o chruas do cbridhe gu tUis.
Cha 'n fhaodar learn cadal, air leabaidh an
uaigneas,
'S m' aigne 'g a bhuaireadh db' oidhche 's a la;
Acb aiunir a's binue, 's a's grinne, 's a's suairce,
Gabh-sa dhiom truas 'us bitbidh mi slàn.
Tby blue eyes soft beaming and gleaming, my
treasure,
Lips like the rose in the dew of the morn.
With passion have filled me, and thrilled me \vith
pleasure ;
Death is my doom if I suffer their scorn.
Thy charms are ensnaring, despairing I languish;
Free me— remember how noble thou art;
No longer enslave me but save me from anguish:
Love, sweetest love — let it soften thine heart.
For me there 's no sleeping ; but weeinng, grief-
laden,
Midnight and morning with sorrow I dwell;
But, oh ! should my sweetest and neatest young
Pity and love me, I soon should be well, [maiden
A favourite Gaelic song. Translation by L. Af. The chorus seems to have belonged to anotlier song