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OF THE HIGULAND CLANS.
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Tha cuirm is slige ga deasachadh shuas,
ha cuyrm is slige ga desacha' hu-as
'S fonn uan clar 's nan duan ag eiridh.
s fonn nan clar s nan du-an ag eyri'
Chuala triatliaidli Shelma an solas,
chu-al-a tri-a'-ay' helma an solas
'S shaoil Cathmor corr gu'n d'tbainig,
s haoyl ca'-mor corr gun dayn-ig
Catliraor corr, ceann-uidhe nan daimh,
ca'-mor corr cenn-uy' nan dayv
Brathair Chairber nan ruadh chiabh ;
bra'ayr cayr-ber nan ru-a' chi-av
Cba bu choimeas an da anam.
cha bu choyraes an da anam
Bha solus nan speur an ucbd Chathmoir.
va solus nan speyr an uchd cha'-nioyr
Do dh-Atha na'm brnach, a thuir ard,
do ya'-a nam bruacli a huyr ard
Tha seachd aisereaun a sine,
ha seohd ayseren a sinà
'S air gach aisre bard na sheasaibh,
s ayr gach aysh-re bard na hesayv
A cuireadh dhaimh do tballa na fial ;
a cuyrè yayv do halla na fi-al
Acb shuidb Cathmor an uaigneas,
ach buy' ca'-mor an u-ayg-nes
A seachnadh bhi ag eisteachd ri chliu.
a sech-na' vi ag eyst-achd ri chli-u
Thainuig 011a ruadh le dhain.
haynig oUa ru-a' le yayn
Ghluais Oscar gu'n dail gu cuirm,
yluys oscar gun dayl gu cuyrm
Le tri ceud gaisgeach, ri laimh,
le tri ceyd gaj'sgech ri layv
Roi Lena nan lau-shruth gorma,
roy lena nan lan-hru' gorma
A liath-choiu a leum san fhraoch,
a li-a'-choyn a leym san raoch
'S tre'n garbh-chonas a sgaoile thall.
stren yarv-chonas a sgoyle hall
Cliunnaic Fionn an sonn a trial,
chiuinayc fi-onn an sonn a tri-al
'S thuit anam an treun fo bhron,
s huyt anam an treyn fo vron
Neo-chinteach ma Chairber cealgach,
ne-o-chinntech ma chayrber ce-la-gach
Le smuamtean fiar misg cuirm is oil.
le smuynten fi-ar misg cuyrm is oyl
The feast and the shell are preparing
above,
And the sound of harps and lays
ascending.
The chiefs of Selma heard the re-
joicing,
And thought that Cathmor had ar-
rived,
Cathmor the surpassing, the host of
strangers,
The brother of red-haired Cairber ;
But unlike were their two souls.
The light of heaven was in the bosom
of Cathmor.
To Atha of banks where (rises) his
high turrets.
Seven passes (ravines) lead.
And on each pass a bard is placed,
To invite strangers to the social hall ;
But Cathmor kept aloof from the
(fulsome) voice of praise.
To avoid listening to his fame.
Eed 011a came with his lays.
Oscar went without hesitation to the
feast,
With three hundred warriors iu his
train,
Through Lena of blue and ample
streams.
His grey dogs bounding through the
heather
And the strong gorse of the wold.
Fingal saw the hero departing.
And his soul sunk in grief,
Uncertain of Cairber the treacherous,
And his oblique thoughts at the feast
and the drinking.