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Siubhail gu Oscar nan lann,
si-uv-ayl gu oscar nan lann
'S tlioir cuire dha gu fleagh an righ.
s hoyr cuyre ya gu fle-a' an ri'
An diugh biodh cuirm is fonn sa ghleann,
an di-U' bi-o' cuyrm is fonn sa yleun
A maireach bristear linn na sleaigh.
a mayreoh brister linn na sle-ay'
Innis gu'n d' thog mi suas
innis gun d hog mi su-as
Uaigh Chathail fo luaidh na'm bard,
u-ay' cha'-ayl fo lu-ay' nam bard
Thug mi charaid truagli do'n ghaoith.
hug mi charid tru-a' don yaoy'
Innis dha gu'n chualas mu'n bhuaidh
innis ya gun chu-al-as mun vu-ay'
A choisinn e aig fuar-shruth Charuinn.
a choysin e ayg fu-ar-hru' charuynii
Cha'n fhaic mi 'n so mo bhrathair
chan aye min so mo vra'yr
treuD,
treyn
Cha' neil Cathmor le cheudaibh ri'm
cha-neyl ca'-mor le cheydayv rim
thaobh,
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Tha air lamhan gann fo airm.
ha ayr lavan gann fo ayrm
'S namhaid Cathmor do strith nam fleagh,
8 nav-id ca'-mor do stri' nam fle-a'
Tha anam mor mar dhearsadh greiue ;
ha anam mor mar yersa' greynnò
Ach bristeaidh Cairber sleagh ri Oscar,
ach brist-i' cerber sle-a' ri oscar
THE POETRY
Go to Oscar of swords,
Invite him to the king's feast.
To-day we will have a banquet in the
glen,
To-morrow we will break spears.
Tell him that I raised on high
The tomb of Cathul amid the songs
of bards.
I have given his poor friend to the
wind.
Tell him that I heard of the victory-
He gained at the cold stream of Carron.
I see not here my mighty brother,
Cathmor and his hundreds are not
with us,
And our hands are few in war.
Cathmor is a foe to conflicts at feasts.
His great soul is all sunshine ;
anam mor mar
But Cairber will break a spear against
Oscar,
A thriathaidh Thighmora, air comhnard ChiefsofTemora, on the plain of Lena.
a hri-a'-ay' hi-mora ayr cov-nard
Lena,
lena
Labhair e dana ma Chathul,
lavayr e dana ma cha'-ul
'S tha manam a lasadh le feirg.
s ha manam a lasa' le feyrig
Tuitidh Oscar air Moilena,
tuyti' oscar ayr moylena
'S eiridh na fhuil mo chliu."
8 eyri' na uyl mo chli-u
Shoilsich solas an aghaidh nan trcun,
hoylsich sùlas an a' -ay' nan treyn
Is sgaoil iad misg crianach Moilena.
is sgoyl i-ad misg cri-aynach moylena
He spoke daringly of Cathul,
And my soul is kindled with indig-
nation.
Oscar shall fall on Moilena,
And my fame rise from his full."
Joy glowed in the faces of the
warriors,
They spread themselves among the
coppice of Moilena.