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Bithidh e sa mhaduinn fo blath,
'S nise mar lili a fas ;
No mar na rosau is aillte snuadh,
Acli shearg an dui]leag gun dail ;
'S dh'f halbh a mhaise dheth nm thrath,
'S gann gun d'fhuiraich a blilath car uair.
Tha sinn mar fhaileas co dhiu,
Gun ni ach sealladli na sul
Gabhail seachad mar smuid theid suas
Theid sinn thairis gun dail
Mar fhaoin fhaileas no sgail,
An diugh air thalamh, a's maireach 'san uaigh.
Tha sinn air turas a's sgith
Car oidhche fuireach 'san tir,
'S an tigh mhor 's nach eil sith na doigh :
A's aig bris' na faire a rithis,
Tha sinne a fagail gach ni
'S cha'n f Imic iad tuille sinn 'n tir nam beo.
Tha sinn aig eirigh on uir,
Thoirt aon sealladh le 'r suil
Air sluagh tha siubhal gu dlath 's na roid :
'S 'nuair gheibh sinn sealladh do 'n ghleann
'S na h-uile diomhanas a th'ann ;
Tha sinn a falach nar ceann fo'n f hoid.
Tha nar beatha air a roinn,
Mar aislinn na li-oidhche ;
Trie fo thrioblaid a's roinn do shith :
Ach 's beag an ceum a ta ann,
A's bith nar reis aig a ceann
Feuch is bruadair th'ann 's gach ni.
Dh'fhalbh Methuslah fein,
Euith e dluth anns an reis,
Dh'fhalbh a neart agus gheill e do'n uaigh ;

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